Of hope, with its gay, golden wing;
It whispers of peacefulness, purity, heaven,—
Of these lofty themes do I sing:
And this, this is why
I am named for the beautiful bow in the sky.
The rainbow is painted in colours most fair,
By the hand of the Father of love;
So the genius and talent my pages bespeak,
Are inspired by the Great Mind above:
And this, this is why