Evening Rain

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Slowly and gleaming, fell the rainshower,
Through which the evening sun shone;
The traveller trod down narrow paths
With a gloomy soul.

He saw the great drops glint
As they fell through the golden ray;
He felt them splash cold on his head,
And spoke quiveringly in sweet torment:

'I know now that a rainbow
Rises high around my brow,
And on the path that I had taken
Can be seen from the bright distance.

And those who stand here closest to me
And those who reckon to know me best-
Not even they can see
How redeemingly it shines above me.

So it shall be in days to come
That will look back sunnily on this today:
Above my distant pale name
A rainbow of honour shall stand.'

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