Over her hung a canopy of state, Not of rich tissue, nor of spangled gold, But of a substance, though not animate, Yet of a heavenly and spiritual mould, That only eyes of spirits might behold. Giles FletcherThe Rainbow. L. 33.
O beautiful rainbow;all woven of light! Theres not in thy tissue one shadow of night; Heaven surely is open when thou dost appear, And, bending above thee, the angels draw near, And sing,The rainbow! the rainbow! The smile of God is here. Mrs. Sarah J. HalePoems.
Hung on the shower that fronts the golden West, The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest; Frail in its date, eternal in its guise. Charles Tennyson TurnerSonnets and Fugitive Pieces. The Rainbow.
Bright pledge of peace and sunshine! the sure tie Of thy Lords hand, the object of His eye! When I behold thee, though my light be dim, Distinct, and low, I can in thine see Him Who looks upon thee from His glorious throne, And minds the covenant between all and One. VaughanThe Rainbow.