And where the deepest current crawls/ Like thistledown the dainty fly falls./ Then from the depths a silver gleam/ Quick flashes, like a jewel bright./ Up through the waters of the stream/ An instant visible to sight/ As lightning cleaves to sombre sky/ A rainbow rises to the fly.
John BuchanBethink you of the blessedness. Every wife is like the Mother of God and has the hope of bearing a saviour of mankind.
John Buchan