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...THE GARDEN OF ADONIS by EMMA LAZARUS THE PICTURE (VENUS RECLINING) by EZRA POUND GARRISON by AMOS BRONSON ALCOTT BRAID CLAITH by ROBERT FERGUSSON PALINODE; AUTUMN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE SURPRISE AT TICONDEROGA [MAY 10, 1775] by MARY ANNA PHINNEY STANSBURY |