Stointoto. 
Southey, 
If ILD arch of promise, on the evening sky, 
^ 4 Tliou shinest fair with many a lovely ray 
Each in the other melting ; much mine eye 
Delights to linger on time, for the day 
Changeful and many weathered, seemed to smile, 
Flashing brief splendor thro’ the clouds the while, 
Which deepened dark anon and fell in rain. 
But pleasant is it now to pause and view 
Thy various tints of frail and watery hue, 
And think the storm shall not return again. 
Such is the smile that piety bestows 
On the good man’s pale cheek, when he, in peace, 
Departing gently from a world of woes 
Anticipates tiie world where sorrows cease. 
