This is the sign! <br />This flooding splendour, golden and hyaline, <br />This sun a golden sea on hill and plain, -- <br />That God forgets not, that He walks with men. <br />His smile is on the mountain and the pool <br />And all the fairy lakes are beautiful. <br />This is the word! <br />That makes a thing of flame the water-bird. <br />This mercy of His fulfilled in the magical <br />Clear glow of skies from dawn to evenfall, <br />Telling His Hand is over us, that we <br />Are not delivered to the insatiable sea. <br />This is the pledge! <br />The promise writ in gold to the water's edge: <br />His bow's in Heaven and the great floods are over. <br />Oh, broken hearts, lift up! The Immortal Lover <br />Embraces, comforts with the enlivening sun, <br />The sun He bids stand still till the day is won.<br /><br />Katharine Tynan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/indian-summer-14/
