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# The Rainbow Trail

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[An audiobook is available at librivox]
THE
RAINBOW TRAIL
A ROMANCE
BY ZANE GREY
FOREWORD
The spell of the desert comes back to me, as it always will come. I see the veils, like purple smoke, in the canyon, and I feel the silence. And it seems that again I must try to pierce both and to get at the strange wild life of the last American wilderness—wild still, almost, as it ever was.
While this romance is an independent story, yet readers of "Riders of the Purple Sage" will find in it an answer to a question often asked.
I wish to say also this story has appeared serially in a different form in one of the monthly magazines under the title of "The Desert Crucible."
Zane Grey
June, 1915

### CONTENTS

CHAP.
* Red Lake
* The Sagi
* Kayenta
* New Friends
* On the Trail
* In the Hidden Valley
* Sago-Lilies
* The Hogan of Nas Ta Bega
* In the Desert Crucible
* Stonebridge
* After the Trial
* The Revelation
* The Story of Surprise Valley
* The Navajo
* Wild Justice
* Surprise Valley
* The Trail to Nonnezoshe
* At the Foot of the Rainbow
* The Grand Cañon of the Colorado
* Willow Springs
       Epilogue
# The Sentimental Songster/The Rose of Lucerne

ROSE OF LUCERNE, OR,THE SWISS TOY GIRL.
I’ve come across the sea, I’ve braved every danger, For a brother dear to me, From Swiss-land a stranger; Then pity, assist, and protect a poor stranger, And buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne. A little toy, a little toy; Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.
Come round me, ladies air I’ve ribbands and laces I’ve trinkets rich and rare To add to the graces Of waist, neck, or arm, or your sweet pretty faces Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne. A little toy, a little toy; Then buy a little toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.
​I've paint and I’ve perfume, For those who may use them; Young ladies, I presume, You all will refuse them; The bloom on your cheek shows that you never use them Yet buy a little toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne. A little toy, a little toy: Yet buy a little toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne.
I’ve a cross to make you smart, On your breast you may bear it, Just o’er your little heart, I advise you to wear it; And I hope that no other cross e’er will come near it; Yes I do;—so buy a toy of Poor Rose of Lucerne Yes, I do; Yes, I do: So buy a toy, buy a toy of poor Rose of Lucerne.
# The Sentimental Songster/The Harper of Mull

THE HARPER OF MULL.
When Rosie was faithfu’, how happy was I, Still gladsome as summer the time glided by, I played my harp cheery, while fondly I sang Of the charms o’ my Rosie the winter nights lang. But now I’m as waefu’ as waefu’ can be, Come summer, come winter, ’tis a’ ane to me, For the dark gloom of falsehood sae clouds my sad (illegible text) That cheerless for aye is the Harper of Mull.
I wander the glens and the wild woods alane, In their deepest recesses I make my sad mane, My harp’s mournfu’ melody joins in the strain, While sadly I sing of the days that are gane. Tho’ Rosie is faithless, she’s nae the less fair, The thought of her beauty but feeds my despair With painful remembrance my bosom is full, And weary of life is the Harper of Mull.
As slumb’ring I lay by the dark mountain stream My lovely young Rosie appear’d in my dream; I thought her still kind, and I ne’er was sae blest, As in fancy I clasp’d the dear nymph to my breast. Thou false fleeting vision, too soon thou wert o’er; Thou waked’st me to tortures unequalled before; But death’s silent slumbers my griefs soon shall lull, And the green grass wave over the Harper of Mull.
# The Sentimental Songster/The Highland Minstrel Boy

THE HIGHLAND MINSTREL BOY.
I hae wander’d mony a night in June, Alang the banks o’ Clyde, Beneath a bright and bonny moon, Wi’ Mary at my side. A simmer was she to mine e’e, An’ to my heart a joy; An’ weel she loo’d to roam wi' me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha’e wander’d, &c.
Oh, her presence could on ev’ry star New brilliancy confer; And I thought the flowers were sweeter far When they were seen with her. Her brow was calm as sleeping sea, Her glance was full o’ joy; And, oh, her heart was true to me, Her Highland Minstrel boy. Oh her presence. &c.
I ha’e play’d to ladies, fair and gay, In many a southron hall; But there was one far-far-away, A world above them all. And now, tho’ weary years have fled, I think wi’ mournfu' joy Upon the time when Mary wed Her Highland Minstrel boy. I ha’e play'd to ladies, &c.
# The Sentimental Songster/The Minute Gun

THE MINUTE GUN.
When in the storm on Albion’s coast, The night-watch guards his wary post From thoughts of danger free, He marks some vessel’s dusky form, And hears amid some howling storm, The minute gun at sea.
Swift on the shore a hardy few, The life-boat man with a gallant crew, And dare the dangerous wave; Through the wild surf they cleave there way, Lost in the foam, nor know dismay, For they go the crew to save.
But oh what rapture fills each breast Of the hapless crew of the ship distress'd, Then landed safe what joy to tell, Of all the dangers that befel, Then heard is no more, By the watch on the shore. The minute gun at s
# The Sentimental Songster/The Lass o' Gowrie

THE LASS O’ GOWRIE.
’Twas on a simmer’s afternoon, A wee before the sun gaed down, My lassie wi’ a braw new gown, Came o’er the hill to Gowrie. The rose-bud ting’d wi’ morning showers, Bloom’d fresh within the sunny bowers, But Kitty was the fairest flower That ever bloom’d in Gowrie.
I had nae thought to do her wrang, But round her waist my arms I flang And said, “My lassie, will ye gang To view the Carse o’ Gowrie?’’ I’ll take ye to my father’s ha’ In yon green field beside the shaw, And make you lady o’ them a’ The brawest wife in Gowrie.”
Saft kisses on her lips I laid, The blush upon her cheek soon spread; She whispered modestly, and said, I’ll gang wi’ ye to Gowrie.” ​The auld folk soon gied thir consent, And to Mess John we quickly went, Wha tied us to our heart’s content,
# The Sentimental Songster/The Sea

THE SEA.
The Sea! the Sea! the open Sea; The blue, the fresh, the ever free; Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth’s wide regions round. It plays with the clouds, it mocks the skies, Or like a craddled creature lies. I'm on the sea, I’m on the sea, I am where I would ever be; With the blue above, and the blue below, And silence wheresoe’er I go. If a storm should come and awake the deep What matter, what matter, I shall ride and sleep
I love—O how I love to ride, On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide. When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the sou’-west blast doth blow! I never was on the dull tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more! And backward flew to her billowy breast. Like a bird that seeketh its mother’s (illegible text), And a mother she was and is to me, (illegible text) I was born on the open Sea.
​The waves were white, and red the morn, In the noisy hour when I was born; And the whale it whistled, the porpoise rolled, And the Dolphins bared their backs of gold; And never was heard such an outcry wild, As welcomed to life the Ocean child. I have lived, since then, in calm and strife, Full fifty summers a rover’s life, With wealth to spend, and a power to range, But never have sought or sighed for change: And death, whenever he comes to me, Shall come on the wide unbounded Sea.
# The Sentimental Songster/The Lass of Arranteenie

THE LASS OF ARRANTEENIE.
Forlorn amang the Highland hills, ’Midst Nature’s-wildest grandeur, By rocky deus, an’ woody glens, With weary steps I wander. The langsome way, the darksome day, The mountain mist sae rainy, Are nought to me when gaun to thee, Sweet lass o’ Arranteenie.
Yon mossy rosebud down the howe. Just op’ning fresh and bonny, It blinks beneath the hazle bough, An’s scarcely seen by ony; Sae sweet amidst her native hills, Obscurely blooms my Jeany, Mair fair an’ gay than rossy May, The flower o’ Arranteenie.
Now from the mountain's lofty brow, I view the distant ocean, There Av'rice guides the bounding prow- Ambition courts promotion. ​Let fortune pour her golden store, Her laurel’d favours many, Give me bnt this, my soul’s first wish, The lass o’ Arranteenie.
# The Sentimental Songster/The Rose of Allandale

SONGS
THE ROSE OF ALLANDALE.
The morn was fair, the skies were clear, No breath came o’er the sea, When Mary left her Highland cot, And wander’d forth with me.
Tho’ flowers deck’d the mountain side. And fragrance fill’d the vale;- By far the sweetest flower there, Was the Rose of Allandale.
Where’er I wander’d east or west; Though fate began to low’r— A solace still was she to me, In sorrow’s lonely hour.
When tempests lash’d our gallant bark. And rent her shiv’ring sail— One maiden form withstood the storm, ’Twas the Rose of Allandale.
And when my fever’d lips were parch'd. On Afric’s burning sand, She whisper’d hopes of happiness, And tales ofdistant land.
My life had been a wilderness, Unbliss’d by fortune’s gale— Had fate not link’d my lot to hers, The Rose of Allandale
# The Sentimental Songster/The Graecian's Song

THE GRECIAN’S SONG.
Ah: say not ye rulers, ye tyrants of Greece, Ah! say not that freedom defend our green shore, O tell not our sons that fair plenty was smiling, Ah! freedom and plenty, alas! are no more. We ask not for mercy from tyrants so cruel, Our rights we demand, and our rights we shall have We still shall inherit the blood of our fathers, Who fell at famed Marathon,—their country to save O hush’d be the trumpet that wakes the war-lion, Fair Peace we adore thee with olive so green, But say, shall brave millions ay bow to oppression, And weep out existence in sorrow and pain.
No—mark the brave sons of the land of Columbia, Their broad spreading eagle fair freedom unfolds. Their rich glowing vallies are sounding with gladness! And each toiling peasant sweet plenty beholds. O come, ye Spartans! tho’ dreary the prospect, Come, for our children demand no delay; Arouse! or our country will fall into ruins, And grim-eyed oppression will hail the dark day. Then rally, ye Grecians—thy chiefs, O famed Luctra! Still gaze on our sons, though enwrapt with a chain! Arouse! from thy fetters, fair land of the sages, And boast, not of famous Lucargus in vain.
finis.
# The Sentimental Songster/The Highland Laddie

THE HIGHLAND LADDIE.
The Lawland lads thinks they are fine, But O they’re vain an’ idle gaudy! ​How, much, unlike that giacefu’ mein, An’ manly looks o’ my Highland laddie.
O my bonny, bonny Highland laddie. My handsome charming Highland laddie; May heaven still guard, an’ love reward Our Lawland lass an’ her Highland laddie.
If I were free at will to chuse, To be the wealthiest Lawland lady, I’d tak young Donald without trews, Wi' bannet blue an’ belted plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
The brawest beau in borrows town, In a’ his airs, wi’ art made ready, Compar’d to him, he’s but a clown; He’s finer far in’s tartan plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
O’er benty hill wi’ him I’ll run, An’ leave my Lawland kin an' daddy; tae winter’s cauld an’ summer’s sun He’ll screen me wi’ his Highland plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
A painted room an’ silken bed, May please a Lawland laird an’ lady But I can kiss, an’ be as glad, Behind a bush in ’s Highland plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
New compliments between us pass, I ca’ him my dear Highland laddie; An’ he ca’s me his Lawland lass, Syne rows me in his Highland plaidy. O my bonny, &c.
Nae greater joy I'll e’er pretend, Than that his love prove true an’ steady, Like mine to him ; which ne’er shall end, While heaven preserves my Highland laddie O my bonny, &c.
# The Rape of Proserpine/Introduction

RAPE OF PROSERPINE.
page
PROEM, OR INTRODUCTION
TO
CLAUDIAN'S RAPE OF PROSERPINE.
He who first taught his new-launch'd vessel's keel, Urged by unpractised oars, the waves to part, Or varying winds' impulsive power to feel, A way, denied by nature, won by art.
His early trials were on calmest tides, Nor left he far the friendly shore behind; Next in broad bays from cape to cape he glides, And spreads light canvass to a gentle wind.
Till bold at last by long experience grown, Weak fear discarded, on his course he sails, Dares the great deep, consults the stars alone, And braves Ægean and Ionian gales.
# The Rape of the Lock/Canto I

Canto 1.
Lud. Du Guernier inv.C. Du Boʃc sculp.
THE
Rape of the Lock.
CANTO I.
# The Rape of Proserpine/Book 4

THE NILE.
page
THE NILE.
A FRAGMENT.
Thrice blest the man whose ploughshare cleaves the plain Of fertile Egypt: he nor cloud nor rain Invokes, nor northern blasts that 'coldly blow, Nor hails the light of Iris' humid bow. The favour'd region has no need of these; It scorns the showers, it recks not of the breeze; Content to see perpetual plenty smile From its own waters, its redundant Nile. Inured to heats of Cancer's burning zone, He swiftly rushes from a source unknown; Long vainly sought, and undiscovered still, Which none have seen a fount, or issuing rill. No witness stood by that mysterious birth, Where other heavens o'er-arch another earth; Whence forth he springs his wand'ring course to run, Where Æthiop kingdoms blacken in the sun; O'er the parch'd lands his cooling dews bestows, And slakes the thirst of nations as he flows.
Of him Syene dark, and Meröe drink, The savage Blemyæ crowd about his brink: Th' unbridled Garamant, and Girrha's child, Strong beast-destroyer in the mountains wild, Whose cavern dwelling ebon boughs adorn, And ivory tusks, from vanquished monsters torn. They too—the tribe whose well protected hair With ordered shafts is set around—are there. But why and when do those strange waters rise? No melting ice upon their bosom lies, No helpful showers the mountain ridge supplies: When other streams with wintry rains increase, Then rests the Nile within his banks in peace: When they in turn scarce trickle through the sand, Then swells the Nile, and spreads o'er all the land. As though what summer reft from every river, 'Twere Nature's use collected to deliver Into one Nile—that all the world might seem Amerced to furnish forth the mighty stream. And so, when Sirius arms the solar blaze, And heaven is burning with the potent rays, When the dried earth is shrunk in every vein, And feebly strives some moisture to retain, The Nile, reversing all, beholds his winter reign.
Then forth he bursts in high exulting mood, And pours far wider than the seas his flood. Th' expectant swains accept the boon he yields; Their oars resound along the watery fields: "While oft the shepherd—roused from noon-day sleep Views fold and flock borne downward to the deep.
&c. &c
# The Rape of the Lock

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On first publication, in Lintot's Miscellaneous Poems and Translation, by Various Hands (1712), the poem consisted of only two cantos. It was first published as a separate work, in its enlarged 5 canto form, in 1714. This transcription is of the second edition, which appeared the same year. [Based on Alexander Pope: A Bibliography, Volume 1, Part 1 (1922), by Reginald Harvey Griffith, pp.16-34.]
Frontispice.
Lud. Du Guernier inv.C. Du Boʃc sculp.
THE
RAPE of the LOCK
AN
HEROI-COMICAL
P O E M.
In Five Canto's.
Written by Mr. POPE.
———A tonʃo eʃt hoc nomen adepta capillo.
Ovid.
The SECOND EDITION.
L O N D O N:
Printed for Bernard Lintott, at the
Croʃs-Keys in Fleet-ʃtreet, 1714.
* Dedication
* Canto I.
* Canto II.
* Canto III.
* Canto IV.
* Canto V.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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# The Rape of Proserpine

THE RAPE OF PROSERPINE
A Poem
IN THREE BOOKS.
INCOMPLETE.
TO WHICH ARE ADDED,
THE PHŒNIX:
An Idyll.
AND
THE NILE:
A Fragment.
TRANSLATED FROM THE LATIN
OF
CLAUDIUS CLAUDIANUS,
BY
HENRY E. J. HOWARD, D.D. DEAN OF LICHFIELD.
PRINTED FOR PRIVATE DISTRIBUTION. 1854.
page
* Preface
* Proem
* The Rape of Proserpine, a poem in three books (incomplete)
* The Phoenix, An Idyll
* The Nile, A Fragment
This work is a translation and has a separate copyright status to the applicable copyright protections of the original content.
# The Rape of the Lock/Canto II

THE
Rape of the Lock.
CANTO II.
Canto 2.
Lud. Du Guernier inv.C. Du Boſc sculp.
# The Spiritual Guides of Sarwari Qadri Order/Introduction by the Author

Initially, I had planned to base this book only on the life and teachings of my Murshid Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali. However, in the process of writing, I decided to write the biographies of all the Spiritual Guides of the Sarwari Qadri Order from Sultan-ul-Faqr V to Sultan-ul-Faqr VI, so as to preserve the knowledge in writing as how The Divine Trust of Faqr reached my Murshid Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali. By the Grace of Allah and the spiritual guidance of Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Bahoo, my beloved Murshid Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali and the rest of the Spiritual Guides of the Sarwari Qadri Order, this book was completed within the time span of seven years. Another important reason for writing Mujtaba Akhir Zamaniis to bring into light the life histories of the true Spiritual Guides of the Sarwari Qadri Order which had been concealed hitherto. These Spiritual Guides have played priceless roles to keep the true religion of The Holy Prophet alive. They sacrificed their entire life for the revival of the true religion. It was only after going through extreme outward and inward struggle that they reached the level where they became the Heirs of The Divine Trust of Faqr. Then, they guided the Seekers of Allah on the way of Closeness to Allah with exception but kept themselves hidden from the world because their desire was to please Allah only. These exalted personalities always kept away from fame and popularity, which is why no one knows them today except the Seekers of Allah.
# The Spiritual Guides of Sarwari Qadri Order/Preface

The book is the English version of MUJTABA AKHIR ZAMANI which is in Urdu written by the same author. It is a record of the authentic biographies of The Spiritual Guides of Sarwari Qadri Order from the fifth to the sixth Sultan-ul-Faqr (Celestial souls who manifested directly from Noor of Mohammad) with an additional 7th chapter based on the present Spiritual Guide of the Sarwari Qadri Order, Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Mohammad Najib-ur-Rehman. It obliterates the differences in the information about the Sarwari Qadri Spiritual Guides which have arisen over the passage of time as well as to meet the need of the availability of authentic and relevant historical material about them. The book is an attempt to discover the pattern how the Insan-e-Kamil (The Universal Divine Man) has been sent in accordance to the eras. This book is the most authentic work upon the biographical accounts of the Spiritual Guides of Sarwari Qadri Order as well as his own life
This particular book is the first record and collection of the biographies of the Sarwari Qadri Order.
# The Spiritual Guides of Sarwari Qadri Order/Shahbaz-e-Arifaan Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Pir Syed Mohammad Bahadur Ali Shah Kazmi Al Mashhadi

Pir Syed Mohammad Bahadur Ali Shah was born on Sunday, August 16th 1801 AD (5th Rabi-ul-Sani, 1216 H)at the time of Fajr (morning)prayer in the town of Hasoowali, Tehsil Shorkot, District Jhang, Pakistan. Pir Bahadur Ali Shah often used to go to the shrine of Sultan Bahoo with his father, Syed Fateh Ali. During those visits, Hazrat Sultan Bahoo blessed the soul of Syed Bahadur Ali Shah with Divine Enlightenment. Syed Bahadur Ali Shah spent almost forty years at the shrine of Sultan Bahoo. He came there at the age of eight in 1809 AD and stayed there till 1849 AD. After forty years Sultan Bahoo spiritually ordered him to go back home and visit the shrine once every month. This routine continued till 1861 AD. Then one day, during his visit to the shrine, Hazrat Sultan Bahoo ordered him to go to Shorkot and take bayat at the hand of Pir Mohammad Abdul Ghafoor Shah. This bayat took place in Shorkot on Friday August 2nd, 1861 AD (25th Muharram, 1278 H)176. After bayat, when he went back to the shrine, Sultan Bahoo esoterically said to him, “You have been bestowed with the Treasure of Faqr of Sultan-ul-Faqr V which you have to transfer to Sultan-ul-Faqr VI who would be from my family”. After bayat, Syed Bahadur Ali Shah made it a routine to spend the day in the service of his Murshid Pir Abdul Ghafoor Shah and the night at the shrine of Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Bahoo.
According to the command of Sultan Bahoo, Pir Bahadur Ali Shah now holds the authority to decide all the matters of Faqr. All the extrinsic and intrinsic issues of the Seekers of Faqr are solved and their ranks and statuses are decided by him. Pir Bahadur Ali Shah was blessed with an age of 132 years. After his Murshid Pir Mohammad Abdul Ghafoor Shah’sdeath, he migrated from Hasoowali and settled temporarily in Deva Singh, Tehsil Kabirwala, District Multan. Syed Mohammad Bahadur Ali Shah died on Tuesday, February 27 1934 AD (14thZiq’qad 1352 H). His shrine is at “Pir di Bhanairi”,village Fareed Mehmood Kathia which is 2 km West from Qasimabad stop (13 km from Shorkot on Jhang road)Tehsil Shorkot, District Jhang, Pakistan. There is a beautiful mosque next to his shrine. His death anniversaryis held every year on the 25th, 26th and 27th of February.
# The Spiritual Guides of Sarwari Qadri Order/Sultan-ul-Faqr VI Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali

Sultan-ul-Faqr VI Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali was born on Friday, 14th August, 1947 (27th Ramazan, 1366 H) at dawn, in the town of Samundari, Garh Maharaja, District Jhang, Pakistan. Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali has been stationed at the greatest spiritual status of “Sultan-ul-Faqr” since pre-eternity, that is why his sacred face was enlightened with The Divine Light since birth.
After his matriculation, he formally adopted the path of Faqr by taking the bayat at the sacred hand of his father Sultan Mohammad Abdul Aziz. After that, he never parted even for a single moment from his Murshid till his death. Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Mohammad Abdul Aziz visited the shrine of his Murshid Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Pir Syed Mohammad Bahadur Ali Shah on Wednesday, 11th April, 1979 (12thJamadi-ul-Awwal, 1399 H). On Friday, 13th April, 1979 (14thJamadi-ul-Awwal, 1399 H), he adorned the new turban which was brought from Shorkot on the head of Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali and transferred The Divine Trust of Faqr to him. Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali was the follower of Hazrat Imam Abu Hanifa in Islamic Law i.e. he belonged to the Hanafi school of thought. He considered that all the four Islamic schools of thought are true and it is compulsory to follow any one school of thought exactly according to its spirit because the level at which all the four Imams.
Following the way of his Murshid, he trained me for two years as The Heir of The Divine Trust to hold The Exalted Throne of Spiritual Guidance and Persuasion. Pir Bahadur Ali Shah also trained his Heir Sultan Mohammad Abdul Aziz and then he too trained Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali for two years (1932 to 1934 and1979 to 1981 respectively). After my two years spiritual training (2001-2003), Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali passed away on 26th December, 2003. The funeral prayer of Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali was offered at the shrine of Hazrat Sakhi Sultan Bahoo on 26 th December, 2003 (3 Ziqa’ad , 1424 H) 281 at 9 p.m. Sultan Mohammad Asghar Ali was buried inside the shrine of his Murshid Sultan Mohammad Abdul Aziz in the village Sultan Bahoo, District Jhang, on 26thDecember, 2003 (3 Ziqa’ad, 1424 H). His death anniversary is held on the first Friday of Ziqa’ad every year.