SORROW.
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BY ALFRED B. STREET.
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I saw at sunrise, in the East, a cloud—
A form upon the sky; at first it seemed
Gloomy and threatening, but at length it beamed
Into a glow of tender light endowed
By the soft rising light. How mild and sweet
It shone! how full of holy tenderness!
How like some hovering Angel did it greet
My heart until I almost kneeled to bless!
It brightened more and more, but less and less
It melted, leading further still my gaze
Into the heavens; with lovelier, lovelier dress
It shrunk, until it vanished in a blaze.
Thus sorrow, kindled by Religion’s light;
Turns to a tender joy, pointing toward heaven our sight.