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CAN you think of the earth as a basket immense Filled with fruits by a Hand Divine' Can you think of the rainbow a handle thereto, In which all the colors combine? The seas have the fishes, the valleys the grass; The hills have the pastures and deli, While the mountains grand from their towers command And signal below, all is well. But the rainbow, "the gem of the basket," discern-- To a higher and purer degree Than the mountains, the hills or the valleys below Which are touched by the beautiful sea, They are touched by the beauties of Nature divine; By the breath of sublimity rare; Majestic it touches the basket beneath Extending through space, woven fair. Food for thought is this basket, its treasures likewise, Its support with its beauty and grace; It may be but the mist-, by the sweet sunshine kissed, But it hangs in a Scriptural place; Though none may approach it and none ever touch, Woven sweet in the promise of gold; It is fair, it is rare, it relieves us of care; The Rainbow of Promise behold. |
