But where yon cataract roars down,
Set by the sun, a rainbow crown
Is dancing o’er the dashing strife,—
Hope glittering o’er the storm of life.
Beyond, the smooth and mirrored sheet
So gently steals along,
The very ripples, murmuring sweet,
Scarce drown the wild bee’s song;
The violet from the grassy side
Dips its blue chalice in the tide;