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34 SONGS FROM THE ST. LAWRENCE.
At once a beauteous cloud sail'd through the sky;
Upward, far upward, towards the sun it flew, And pausing there, spread its white wings on high,
Veiling that noon-day brightness from my view. I look'd above, and wept, I knew not why, Then, kneeling, raised to heaven my tearful eye, And a sweet thought, that words may ne'er
express, Awoke a sacred transport in my breast.
I felt, although a helpless child of dust,
I had a Friend—a glorious Friend—on high ; One who was worthy of my constant trust, Whose arm was ruling heaven, and earth, and sky. 0 how secure!—that high and Holy One, Whose hand could curtain the meridian sun, Was near my path, each footstep to defend,— Near as my Guide, my Counsellor, and Friend.
And should I murmur when a cloud of gloom
Throws a dark shadow o'er my youthful sky ? Nay, nay! let trials and afflictions come— They are directed by a Friend on high. He saw, perchance, a prosperous sun would shino Too bright and clear upon this heart of mine, And therefore veil'd it, like the natural sky, Lest I should sicken, faint, and droop, and die.