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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354894" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Cloud</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One summer morn, out of the sea-waves wild, <br>A speck-like Cloud, the season’s fated child, <br>Came softly floating up the boundless sky, <br>And o’er the sun-parched hills all brown and dry. <br>Onward she glided through the azure air, <br>Borne by its motion without toil or care, <br>When looking down in her ethereal joy, <br>She marked earth’s moilers at their hard employ; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“And oh!” she said, “that by some act of grace <br>’Twere mine to succour yon fierce-toiling race, <br>To give the hungry meat, the thirsty drink— <br>The thought of good is very sweet to think.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The day advanced, and the cloud greater grew, <br>And greater; likewise her desire to do <br>Some charity to men had more and more, <br>As the long sultry summer day on wore, <br>Greatened and warmed within her fleecy breast, <br>Like a dove fledging in its downy nest. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The heat waxed fiercer, until all the land <br>Clared in the sun as ’twere a monstrous brand <br>And the shrunk rivers, few and far between, <br>Like molten metal lightened in the scene. <br>Ill could Earth’s sons endure their toilsome state, <br>Though still they laboured, for their need was great, <br>And many a long beseeching look they sped <br>Towards that fair cloud, with many a sigh that said: <br>“We famish for thy bounty! For our sake <br>O break thou! in a showery blessing, break!” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">“I feel, and fain would help you, ” said the cloud, <br>And towards the earth her bounteous being bowed; <br>But then remem’bring a tradition she <br>Had in her youth learned from her native sea, <br>That when a cloud adventures from the skies <br>Too near the altar of the hills, it dies! <br>Awhile she wavered and was blown about <br>Hither and thither by the winds of doubt; <br>But in the midst of heaven at length all still <br>She stood; then suddenly, with a keen thrill <br>Of light, she said within herself, “I will! <br>Yea, in the glad strength of devotion, I Will help <br>you, though in helping you I die.” </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Filled with this thought’s divinity, the cloud <br>Grew worldlike vast, as earthward more she bowed! <br>Oh, never erewhile had she dreamed her state <br>So great might be, beneficently great! <br>O’er the parched fields in her angelic love <br>She spread her wide wings like a brooding dove <br>Till as her purpose deepened, drawing near, <br>Divinely awful did her front appear, <br>And men and beasts all trembled at the view, <br>And the woods bowed, though well all creatures knew <br>That near in her, to every kind the same, <br>A great predestined benefactress came. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And then wide-flashed throughout her full-grown form <br>The glory of her will! the pain and storm <br>Of life’s dire dread of death, whose mortal threat <br>From Christ himself drew agonizing sweat, <br>Flashed seething out of rents amid her heaps <br>Of lowering gloom, and thence with arrowy leaps <br>Hissed jagging downward, till a sheety glare <br>Illumined all the illimitable air; <br>The thunder followed, a tremendous sound, <br>Loud doubling and reverberating round; <br>Strong was her will, but stronger yet the power <br>Of love, that now dissolved her in a shower, <br>Dropping in blessings to enrich the earth <br>With health and plenty at one blooming birth. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Far as the rain extended o’er the land, <br>A splendid bow the freshened landscape spanned <br>Like a celestial arc, hung in the air <br>By angel artists, to illumine there <br>The parting triumph of that spirit fair. <br>The rainbow vanished, but the blessing craved <br>Rested upon the land the cloud had saved. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Harpur">Charles Harpur</a><div class=q>
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A speck-like Cloud, the season’s fated child, 
Came softly floating up the boundless sky, 
And o’er the sun-parched hills all brown and dry. 
Onward she glided through the azure air, 
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