Poems (Coolidge)/Rainbows

by Helen Elizabeth Coolidge

RAINBOWS

"The heart could have no rainbows had the eyes no tears"

Through vista of my early days,
On cloudless sky can Memory gaze,
When ne'er a thought of things to be
Disturbed my glad serenity.

Then storm clouds rose,—hey darker grew;
In vain searched I for rifts of blue,
Yet, close did clasp the Guiding Hand,
Through paths too rough to understand.

And now, on my fast-falling tears,
The glorious light of heaven appears;
And thus my sky, at God's command,
Is by His bow of promise spanned.

O Soul! wouldst thou wish now to gaze
With eye undimmed on sunny days?
Nay, storm clouds do but hide the blue.
And tears reflect the rainbow's hue.