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HERE the foot of the rainbow meets the field,
 * And the grass resplendent glows,

The earth will a precious treasure yield,
 * So the olden story goes.

In a crystal cup are the diamonds piled
 * For him who can swiftly chase

Over torrent and desert and precipice wild,
 * To the rainbow's wandering base.

There were two in the field at work, one day,
 * Two brothers, who blithely sung,

When across their valley's deep-winding way
 * The glorious arch was flung!