A child, I chased the rainbow once, and wept Because I could not reach its glorious ray. In life's decline I stood amid the spray Where all Zambesi down its gorges leapt; And as into the cloud I careless stept, The rainbow forward moving came my way. With round completed on the gra** it lay. And o'er my feet the rosy radiance crept. So do we chase our fancies, and despair At length of joys that made our youth so sweet; Till, some day, God's ideal, now unsought, Bodies itself in some diviner air, And filling with its radiance all our thought, Completes its circle at our very feet.