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Rh Forth in the sunlit, rain-bathed air we stepped, Sweet with the dripping grass and flowering vine, And saw through irised clouds the pale sun shine. Back o er the hills the rain-mist slowly crept Like a transparent curtain s silvery sheen; And fronting us the painted bow was arched, Whereunder the majestic cloud - shapes marched: In the wet, yellow light the dazzling green Of lawn and bush and tree seemed stained with blue. Our hearts o’erflowed with peace. &quot;With smiles we spake Of partings in the past, of courage new, Of high achievement, of the dreams that make A wonder and a glory of our days, And all life s music but a hymn of praise.

it as it looked one afternoon In August,—by a fresh soft breeze o erblown. The swiftness of the tide, the light thereon, A far-off sail, white as a crescent moon.