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14 THE RAINBOW.

&emsp;I do set my bow in the cloud, and it shall be for a token of a covenant between me and the earth.— ix. 13.

falls the mild reviving shower From April's changeful skies, And rain-drops bend each trembling flower, They tinge with richer diesdyes [sic].

Soon shall their genial influence call A thousand buds to day, Which, waiting but their balmy fall, In hidden beauty lay.