“When o'er the green undeluged earth
Heaven's covenant thou didst shine,
How came the world's grey fathers forth
To watch thy sacred sign.

And when its yellow lustre smiled
O'er mountains yet untrod,
Each mother held aloft her child
To bless the bow of God.”

—  Thomas Campbell

Theodric : A Domestic Tale; and Other Poems (1825), To the Rainbow

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