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THE TWO CLOUDS
Two clouds, slow drifting in the blue,
Passed overhead one summer day;
Their paths seemed diverse to my view,
As either floated on its way.
Passed overhead one summer day;
Their paths seemed diverse to my view,
As either floated on its way.
I watched to see them—how they'd meet
And how they'd battle in the sky:
They battled not, but seemed to greet
And hail each other from on high.
And how they'd battle in the sky:
They battled not, but seemed to greet
And hail each other from on high.
And then I saw how crystal deeps
Had failed to teach my human sight
The spacious bounds our planet keeps
Within her gleaming halls of light.
Had failed to teach my human sight
The spacious bounds our planet keeps
Within her gleaming halls of light.
The paths, which seemed of diverse birth,
The same soft breath of air had given:
Only, one cloud was nearer earth,
The sister-cloud was nearer heaven.
The same soft breath of air had given:
Only, one cloud was nearer earth,
The sister-cloud was nearer heaven.
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The movements of the way below
But seemed to cross the way above;
As diverse workings fail to show
The counsels of eternal love.
But seemed to cross the way above;
As diverse workings fail to show
The counsels of eternal love.
Danbury, June 8, 1892
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