Poems (Dodd)/The Cloud
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THE CLOUD.
Over the summer heaven a cloud is sailing, Swelling and spreading as it travels on,With its thick shade the radiant sunbeams veiling, Which late so brightly o'er the landscape shone.But see! it breaks! the soft blue sky is gleaming Between its folds which vanish fast away;And now the sunlight over all is streaming, Making the darkened earth again look gay.
So on my heart a shadow dim descending, Fills it with gloom and sadness like the night;Vainly for me are joy and music blending, Vainly the fair earth wears her garments bright.Father, I strive this weary weight to banish; Send me sweet peace to take the place of pain;When will the dark cloud from my pathway vanish? When will the sun of hope shine forth again?