The Rainbow's Treasure.Where the foot of the rainbow meets the field,And the grass resplendent glows,The earth will a precious treasure yield,So the olden story goes.In a crystal cup are the diamonds piledFor him who can swiftly chaseOver torrent and desert and precipice wild,To the rainbow's wandering base.There were two in the field at work, one day,Two brothers, who blithely sung,When across their valley's deep-winding wayThe glorious arch was flung!
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