When rain falls from the cloud in silver chains,
And blots the glowing landscape from our view,
We do not fear,
For well we know that as the shower wanes
The scene will reappear.
The sun's rays, slanting through the crystal drops,
A rainbow paint across the distant skies—
A promise, bending earthwards, where it stops
Briefly to call a smile to watching eyes.
Ofttimes depression, cloudlike, looms to view,
When grief or sickness seems to bow us low.
Look up then; see Truth's sunbeams shining through!
Yea! glimpse the promised hope from Love's bright bow,
And do not fear;
The scene to light will shift, and shadows flee,
Never to reappear.
