 | Poems by James Rhoades |  |
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CLOUD-LIFE.
From the world's noise, last night,
And from its shows, that lie,
I was uplifted by a light,
And a splendour in the sky—
And from its shows, that lie,
I was uplifted by a light,
And a splendour in the sky—
Red waves of fire for storm,
And a rosy isle for rest,
And many a golden, gracious form—
But one that I loved best—
And a rosy isle for rest,
And many a golden, gracious form—
But one that I loved best—
So small, you scarce could find it,
But so sweet, till it was gone;
For a light of Life enshrined it,
As it meekly travelled on.
But so sweet, till it was gone;
For a light of Life enshrined it,
As it meekly travelled on.
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