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