James Hislop

“ On the arch of the rainbow the chariot is gliding,
Through the path of the thunder the horsemen are riding,
Glide swiftly, bright spirits! the prize is before you,
A crown never fading, a kingdom of glory! ”

“ And in Glenmuir's wild solitudes, lengthen'd and deep,
Were the whistlings of plovers and bleating of sheep.
And Wellwood's sweet valley breath'd music and gladness,
The fresh meadow blooms hung in beauty and redness ”

“ The heavens grew dark, and the thunder was rolling,
When in Wellwood's dark muirlands the mighty were falling.
When the righteous had fallen, and the combat was ended,
A chariot of fire through the dark clouds descended ”