here great ambitions swirl around
A teeming, toiling mart,
A gray-haired gardener worked and hoped,
Love’s fair dream in his heart;
The vision bright he cherished, till
With velvet leaves uncurled,
A perfect rose rewarded him—
Love’s gift to all the world.
The Rainbow Rose
he rainbow, on a summer day,
Glowing against the sky,
Was filled with pity as it heard
A hapless lover’s sigh;
A shower of sympathy it sent
To compass him around.
Where fell those drops of kindly balm
The Rainbow Rose was found.