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We own it in the soft repose, 
That marks thy dewy evening’s close, 
And in thy tranquil days; 
We find it in thy deep blue skies, 
And clouds whose gorgeous beauty vies, 
To wake, as do the rainbow’s dyes, 
Our gratitude and praise. 
And when that Bow of promise tells 
Where boundless mercy ever dwells, 
We lift our thoughts on high, 
Assured though care her billows roll, 
Like surging waters o’er the soul, 
A voice will yet their power control, 
And hush each rising sigh! 
And in thine emblem flowers we seek 
The moral — Nature’s lessons speak 
Forever to our hearts — 
The clustering Honeysuckle shows, 
How { wedded love ’ united grows, 
Sustaining still the joys and woes, 
Which life to each imparts — 
