O filmy clouds, of purest white, With robes of gossamer cased in white, Ye floating waters pure, Sometimes to burst in cooling showers, Sometimes to deluge wintry hours With your relentless pour.

Thou beauteous Rainbow bursting forth, With varied hues encircling earth; The sign to Noah made. “I place amid the Clouds my Bow” To show that I will nevermore Deluge with angry flood.

Mountains and Hills whose snow capped tops The vast horizon overlooks, Pyramids strong and sure; Nor lightnings fierce nor earthquake shock Can ever sway, for firm as rock Ye ever will endure.