First published online on 2010 January 06.
I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on,
And mingled into one;
I thought that morning cloud was blessd,
It moved so sweetly to the west.
I saw two summer currents
Flow smoothly to their meeting,
And join their course, with silent force,
In peace each other greeting;
Calm was their course through the banks of green,
While dimpling eddies playd between.
Such be your gentle motion,
Till lifes last pulse shall beat;
Like summers beam, and summers stream,
Float on, in joy, to meet
A calmer sea, where storms shall cease
A purer sky, where all is peace.
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