Flowing swift and dark and wide.
'Twas named the river of Despair,—
And many a wreck was floating there!
The urchins paused, with faces grave,
Debating how to cross the wave,
When lo! the curtain of the storm
Was severed, and the rainbow's form
Stood against the parting cloud—
Emblem of peace on trouble's shroud!
Hope pointed to the signal flying,