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[II. Oh! I could wish I sat upon yon cloud]
Oh! I could wish I sat upon yon cloud,
Moving with such a silent flight away,
And pure, as if it were an angel's shroud,
And bright, as if it were the veil of day.
Silently on the wind it passes by,
And o'er the mountain glides, and comes no more;
So, when a few short days are gone, shall I
Glide to a dim and undiscovered shore.
Moving with such a silent flight away,
And pure, as if it were an angel's shroud,
And bright, as if it were the veil of day.
Silently on the wind it passes by,
And o'er the mountain glides, and comes no more;
So, when a few short days are gone, shall I
Glide to a dim and undiscovered shore.
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O, thou art pure and beautiful, sweet form!
Who softly movest by me in the light
Of thy young beauty, as upon the storm
Falls, with a fainter tint, the bow of night:
Thy way is to a better world, and there
Thou lookest as a cloud that smiles at even.
O, be to me that cloud, and kindly bear
My spirit with thee to thy own pure heaven.
Who softly movest by me in the light
Of thy young beauty, as upon the storm
Falls, with a fainter tint, the bow of night:
Thy way is to a better world, and there
Thou lookest as a cloud that smiles at even.
O, be to me that cloud, and kindly bear
My spirit with thee to thy own pure heaven.
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