The Rainbow (Ada Lovelace)

She is known as the world's first programmer, who wrote the first algorithms for Babbage's early computing machines. But I found a poem she'd written! This seemed so wrong since I thought because of her mad poet father she had been kept well away from anything poetic all her youth. But here is a poem written while she was still Augusta Ada Byron. I imagine her playing this song on her harp for and maybe with her illustrious friends and family, and then alone while on opiates, in debt and addicted to gambling, after babbage had rejected her idea of publicising their great invention. Who knows what world we would live in had she managed. Maybe it was also played by her children, I imagine her daughter Anne Blunt performing it with her poet husband in the sahara desert while the horses slept. --- Bow down in hope, in thanks, all ye who mourn;— Where'in that peerless arche of radiant hues Surpassing earthly tints,—the storm subdues! Of nature's strife and tears 'tis heaven-born, To soothe the sad, the sinning, and forlorn; A lovely loving token to infuse The hope, the faith, that pow'r divine endures With latent good the woes by which we're torn.— 'Tis like a sweet repentance of the skies, To beckon all by sense of sin opprest,— Revealing harmony from tears and sighs! A pledge:—that deep implanted in the breast A hidden light may burn that never dies, But bursts thro' clouds in purest hues exprest!