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ALAs what boots the long laborious quest
THE RAINBOW. .
My heart leaps up when I behold
WITH Ships the sea was sprinkled far and nigh,
WRITTEN IN MARCH,
WHILE RESTING ON THE BRIDGE AT THE FOOT OF BROTHER’s WATER.
THE cock is crowing,
The green field sleeps in the sun;
Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill; The Ploughboy is whooping — anon — anon There's joy in the mountains; There's life in the fountains; Small clouds are sailing, Blue sky prevailing; The rain is over and gone