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THE CLOUDS.
Like living things along the air,The clouds are seen to glide;
What curious colors, rich and rare,
They show at eventide.
The morning cloud will vanish soon
As though it had not been;
And sometimes in the sky at noon,
Not one can there be seen.
As though it had not been;
And sometimes in the sky at noon,
Not one can there be seen.
Sometimes they are so thin and high,
The stars may twinkle through;
And then the moon, if in the sky,
The same will mildly do.
The stars may twinkle through;
And then the moon, if in the sky,
The same will mildly do.
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And much I wonder what they are;
Sometimes they seem so light;
And sometimes in the sky afar.
They look as black as night.
Sometimes they seem so light;
And sometimes in the sky afar.
They look as black as night.
My child, the clouds that glide on high,
That you so often see,
Arise from places far and nigh;—
From hill, and dale, and sea.
That you so often see,
Arise from places far and nigh;—
From hill, and dale, and sea.
And in a plate some water bright
Stood out of doors to-day;
At morn, the plate was full—at night,
It all had gone away.
Stood out of doors to-day;
At morn, the plate was full—at night,
It all had gone away.
It went away into the air;
It rose towards the sun;—
A little cloud it may be there,—
A little pretty one.
It rose towards the sun;—
A little cloud it may be there,—
A little pretty one.
Still it may visit us again,
In gentle April showers;
Because it will return in rain,
To bless the trees and flowers.
In gentle April showers;
Because it will return in rain,
To bless the trees and flowers.
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How good is God who calls above,
The clouds by means so grand;
And sends them back again in love,
To bless the thirsty land.
The clouds by means so grand;
And sends them back again in love,
To bless the thirsty land.
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