California's ResurrectionThe rain! The rain! The generous rain! All things are his who knows to wait. Behold the rainbow bends again Above the storied, gloried Gate-- God's written covenant to men In tyrian tins on cloth of gold, Such as no tongue or pen hath told! Behold brown grasses where you pass-- A sleeping lion's tawny mane, Brown-breasted Mother Earth, in pain Of travail--God's forgiving grass Long three days dead to rise again To lead us upward, on and on-- Each blade a shining sabre drawn. Behold His Covenant is true! Lo! California soon shall wear About his ample breast each hue That yonder hangs high-arched mid air! Behold the very grasses knew! Behold the Resurrection is! Behold what witness like to this? |