The rain! The rain! The generous rain! All things are his who knows to wait. Behold the rainbow bends again Above the storied, gloried Gate -- God's written covenant to men In Tyrian tints on cloth of gold, Such as no tongue or pen hath told! Behold brown grasses where you pass -- A sleeping lion's tawny mane, Brown-breasted Mother Earth in pain Of travail -- God's forgiving grass Long three days dead to rise again To lead us upward, on and on -- Each blade a shining saber drawn. Behold His Covenenat is true! Lo! California soon shall wear About her ample breast each hue That yonder hangs high-arched mid air! Behold the very grasses knew! Behold the Resurrection is! Behold what witness like to this? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SURFACES AND MASKS; 30 by CLARENCE MAJOR WINTER GARDEN THEATRE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPRING by EDITH SITWELL VARIATIONS ON A THEME: ROMANCE by EDITH SITWELL LOVE AND DEATH by SARA TEASDALE OLD FOLKS AT HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER BEYOND THE POTOMAC by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE LOVE SONGS TO JOANNES by MINA LOY EPITAPH INTENDED FOR SIR ISAAC NEWTON, IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by ALEXANDER POPE |