Classic Poem

Gorgeous in hue, a painted arch is drawn
Across the sky, late blackened and enraged,
A brilliant monitor, celestial cheer;
From the bright picture falls the voice divine,—
After the thunder's roar how soft and low!
“The earth no more shall perish by a flood.”
Oh, in the quiet of the Masons' Lodge
Where every emblem breathes of harmony,
How fit the iridescent bow to span
Our spangled arch, and bring its comfort home.