Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-12-30

POETRY.

We recollect reading, some years s'nce' Inc
6l,ov;ny efrusion. md a. well remember that 1t
then excited our admiration. few days since F"
accidentally fell into our hands, and we now copy
i, into our paper for the sake Of preserving it. II
is we believe from the pen Of CAMPBELL, the Edi-
tor of the New Monthly Magazine, and will be
found 10 contain more real poetry than is usually
found in the same number Of lines
THE RAINBOW.
The evening was glsrious and light through the trees
Playd IN sunshine, he rain drops, the BIRDS and tho
breeze;
The landscape outsiretching, in lovcliness lay
On the lap Of the year in the beauty OF May.
For the queen Of tho spring she passed down the vale
Of her robe on the trees, and her breath on the gale
And the smile Other promise gave Joy to The hours
And hush in her footsteps sprans herbage ana howe's
The skies like abanncr in sunset unrolPd,
Oer tho ives, threw their spcndor of azure and gold
Bat one cloud at distance rose dense ana ihcrease
'II its margin Of black touched the zenith ana east
We eazd on these scenes while around us they glow d.
When a vision ol beauty appeared on the cloud
Twas not like the At mid day we view,
Nor the moon, that rolls lightly through starlight and
blue.
Like a spirit Il came in the van ola storm,
And the eve and the hear; hailed its beautiful form
For it look not severe like an angel OF WRATH
But its garments Of brightness illum ITS dark PAIN
T., ocb bpc, Of lie grandeur sublimely it stood,
90, tho river the village the field and the wood
Ana river field village and woodland grew bright,
AS conscious they gave and aff rded delight.
Twas the bow of onnipotence bent In his hand,
Whose grasp at creation the universe spannd;
Twas the pre- lencc Of God, in a symbol subimcI
His VOW lroa the 1ood to the exit OF time;
Not dreadful as when in n whrlwindhc pleads,
When storms his chariot, and lightning his steeus
The black cloud Of vengeance his banr er uniurled,
And thunder his voice to guilt.strcken world;
In the breath of his presence when thousands expire,
And sea boil with fury, and rocks burn with hre,
And the sword and The plague spot with death sew the
plain,
And vultures and wolves are the graves Of the slam
Not such was that rainbow, that beautiful one !
WI ose arch was reracton, its key sonc-the sun:
A pavilion it seemed, with Deity graccd
And justice and mercy met there and embraced.
Awhile and il sweetly bent the gloom,
Like Love ocr \ death couch, or hope DER the tomb
Then len the dark scene, whence !, slowly RETIRED
As Love had just vanished, or hope had expired.j
eazcd not alone on the source Of my sorg;
To all who bcheld IL these verses belong;
Its presence to all the path Of the Lord!
Each full heart expanded, grew warm and adored.
Like visit. the converse offriends-.-or day,
That bow from sight passd forever away,
Like nat visit that that dav, to my heart,
! hat bow from remembrance can never depart.
Tis picture in memory distinctly defined,
With the strong and impershng colors Of mind
A part ofmy being beyond my control,
Beheld on the cloud, and Transcribed on my soul.