THE CLOUD WHERE SUNBEAMS SOFT REPOSE.
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The cloud where sunbeams soft repose, Gilt by the changeful ray, With tints still warm and golden, glows, When they have passed away. The stream that in its billowy sweep Bursts from the mountain side, Bears far into the calm blue deep, Its swift and freshening tide. Thus youthful joys our hearts can thrill, Though life has lost its bloom; And sorrow’s hours of darkness still With lingering charms illume.