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WONDER why the clouds seem dark, that drift between us and the sun? I wonder why the night is dark, before the day has quite begun? I wonder why the snow is white, that comes from clouds of different hue? How will this riddle figure out' Can one explain, I ask of you? To me it seems those heavy clouds, that float betwixt us and the sky, Are curtains hard to understand or study with our normal eye; Because perception is the depth much greater than our eyes may see,-- They may be cousins, if you like; the former seems more strange to me. In fancy, part the heavy clouds and rise above the denseness there Until a Spirit Hand may touch your brow, with garlands for your hair; Then with a vision more intense than lent before to you or me The search-lights from the Power House may kindle light in us, to see-- That frost upon the pure air has touched the raindrops on their way To earth, and as a magic wand descend now purest white instead of gray; And thus to earth they hasten down, to cover heights or vales below, Where sleigh-bells ring, each chiming forth the welcome mission of the snow! |