John Gardiner Calkins Brainard


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I saw two clouds at morning,
Tinged with 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 play'd 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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