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Show f RAINBOW LAND. 1W Hie TOllejr of mora, where teamlrops buna The gUtterlns bow of promise spring, So near it wm plain to the dullest nijht 8o distant uo hand could reach It qutfe; And over the hills and far away It stretched where the heights untrodden lay; But Pansy, truer of eye than Truth, Could aee EainbowLand from the plains of youth, . There was gold uncounted in that fair Hand, There were shining laurel and honors grand, , There was love undying, and friendship true. Over the mountains bright and blue, But rough and hard was 111 upward climb On the treacherous slopes of the hill of time. The laurels we saw from the plain below We missed ere we reached the line of snow. And the gold for which we greedily wroujfhl, If we found at all, it was dearly bought. Few are the eyes that are blest to find The road to the land where all are blind, Where the happiest one Is he who lire Alone for the happiness he gives, And the only poor is the wretch whose alms Go begging in vain for needy palms. God set its bounds by his realm above For Rainbow Land is the land of love. James Jeffrey Boche in Boston Pilot. |