The Rainbow BRIGHT pledge of peace and sunshine! the surety Of thy Lord's hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distant and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the Covenant 'twixt All and One. FELICIA HEMANS. BOW of beauty, arching o'er us, tinted with un earthly dyes, Stealing silently before us on the cloud of stormy skies; In the beaming radiance seeming, like an angel-path from heaven; Or a vision to our dreaming, of some fairy fabric given. Thou art Mercy's emblem, brightly smiling through an angry frown; Fairer for the gloom, as nightly glow the gems in Ether's crown. And when wrath is darkest glooming on the countenance divine, Love's and Mercy's light assuming, like the rainbow it doth shine. HENRY VAUGHAN. Translation of the Patriarch NO tombstone saw they there, No sepulchre's pallid gleam; But a quiver went through the blue bright air, And the stately palm trees bowed, By old Euphrates' tide; And the deep sky glowed, like a burning cloud, Or a spirit glorified. When the good old Patriarch's footsteps trod Where was he, when the gates Of Heaven were opened wide? Praying alone, like one that waits, By Tigris' sacred tide. Or by some lonely shore Where the hollow echo dwells, And sounding sea beats evermore, 'Mid rocks and strange bright shells? Or chanting God's praises, with happy cheer, When the songs of the angels broke on his ear? And the gray Chaldean plains With a golden radiance shone, As Earth caught full the light that reigns Far off, and low, she heard The flow of Life's bright stream And the music of strange sweet melodies And only God's angels, with solemn eye, And still the rocks frown high, Amid the shadows lone- And an awful mystery fills That land of unknown graves, And ever thrills the solemn hills But the word of God through ages dim, LUCY A. Randall. Abraham and His Gods BENEATH the full-eyed Syrian moon, The Patriarch, lost in reverence, raised His consecrated head, and soon He knelt and worshipped while he gazed: "Surely that glorious Orb on high Must be the Lord of earth and sky.” Slowly towards its central throne The glory rose, yet paused not there But seemed by influence not its own Drawn downwards through the western air Until it wholly sunk away, And the soft Stars had all the sway. Then to the hierarchy of light. With face upturned the sage remained— "At least Ye stand forever bright Your power has never waxed or waned!" Even while he spoke, their work was done Drowned in the overflowing Sun. Eastward he bent his eager eyes "Creatures of Night! false gods and frail! Yet was that One-that radiant One Only ordained his round to run Then like one laboring without hope Still Abraham prayed day and night Nor long in vain; an inward Light The sense of Truth that must prevail:The presence of the only Lord By angels and by men adored. RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES (Lord Houghton). Abraham WILL sing a song of heroes, Crowned with manhood's diadem, Men that lift us when we love them Into nobler life with them. I will sing a song of heroes To their God-sent mission true, From the ruin of the old time Grandly forth to shape the new: Men that, like a strong-winged zephyr, Men whose prophet-voice of warning I will sing the song of Terah, With his sheep and goats and asses, Journeying from beyond Euphrates, Where cool Orfa's bubbling well Lured the Greek and lured the Roman, By its verdurous fringe to dwell. When he left the flaming idols, And, as a traveller wisely trusteth So he owned the Voice that called him And he travelled from Damascus To the pleasant land of Schechem, To the stony slopes of Bethel, And he pitched his tent in Mamre, 'Neath an oak-tree tall and broad And with pious care an altar Built there to the one true God. And the voice of God came near him, |