BY JOHN G. C. BRAINARD.

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 blest,

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 banks of green,

While dimpling eddies played between.

Such be your gentle motion,

Till life's last pulse shall beat;

Like summer's beam, and summer's 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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"I saw two clouds at morning, tinged by the rising sun."