• I cannot look above and see
      Yon high-piled, pillowy mass
    Of evening clouds, so swimmingly
      In gold and purple pass,
    And think not, Lord, how thou wast seen
      On Israel’s desert way,
    Before them, in thy shadowy screen,
      Pavilioned all the day!

    Or, of those robes of gorgeous hue
      Which the Redeemer wore,
    When...

  • 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;...

  • When gathering clouds around I view,
    And days are dark, and friends are few,
    On Him I lean, who, not in vain,
    Experienced every human pain;
    He sees my wants, allays my fears,
    And counts and treasures up my tears.

    If aught should tempt my soul to stray
    From heavenly wisdom’s narrow way,
    To fly the good I would pursue,
    Or...

  • Pack clouds away, and welcome day,
      With night we banish sorrow;
    Sweet air, blow soft; mount, lark, aloft,
      To give my love good morrow.
    Wings from the wind to please her mind,
      Notes from the lark I ’ll borrow:
    Bird, prune thy wing; nightingale, sing,
      To give my love good morrow.
      To give my love good morrow,
      ...

  •   ’MID white Sierras, that slope to the sea,
    Lie turbulent lands. Go dwell in the skies,
    And the thundering tongues of Yosemitè
    Shall persuade you to silence, and you shall be wise.

      I but sing for the love of song and the few
    Who loved me first and shall love me last;
    And the storm shall pass as the storms have passed,
    For never were...

  • The Clouds their Backs together laid

    The North begun to push

    The Forests galloped till they fell

    The Lightning played like mice


    The Thunder crumbled like a stuff

    How good to be in Tombs

    Where Nature's Temper cannot reach

    Nor vengance ever comes

  • The Sky is low — the Clouds are mean.

    A Travelling Flake of Snow

    Across a Barn or through a Rut

    Debates if it will go —


    A Narrow Wind complains all Day

    How some one treated him

    Nature, like Us is sometimes caught

    Without her Diadem.