See yon troubled waters! how madly onward they
Rush to the precipice, and the voice of Him obey,
The
Great Invisible.
Now down the "vasty deep" the mighty floods are pouring
Into dissolving spray, while upward clouds are soaring
To
the Illimitable.
Man looks upon the scene with mingled hopes and fears,
Calls back to memory his long departed years,
And
at the future trembles;
When lo! the drooping soul beholds the covenant of peace,
The Rainbow, that the troubled waters cease. ---
God
ne'er dissembles.
