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A fragment of a rainbow bright

Through the moist air I see,

All dark and damp on yonder height,

All bright and clear to me.

An hour ago the storm was here,

The gleam was far behind,

So will our joys and grief appear,

When earth has ceased to blind.

Grief will be joy if on its edge

Fall soft that holiest ray,

Joy will be grief if no faint pledge

Be there of heavenly day.

J. Keble