THE TWO INTERPRETERS.
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Stern hours that darkened the sun's light, Heralds of coming woes,With trailing wings, before my sight From the dim past arose.
As each dark vision passed and spoke I prayed it to depart:At each some buried sorrow woke And stirred within my heart,—
Until these hours of pain and care Lifted their tearful eyes,Spread their dark pinions in the air, And passed into the skies.
THE TWO INTERPRETERS.
HE clouds are fleeting by, father; Look, in the shining west,The great white clouds sail onward Upon the sky's blue breast.Look at a snowy eagle, His wings are tinged with red,And a giant dolphin follows him, With a crown upon his head!"The father spake no word, but watched The drifting clouds roll by;He traced a misty vision too Upon the shining sky:
