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Show THE CLOUDS OF. GOD. (Robert Clarkson Tongue, in Youth's Companion.) The city is full o labor And struggle and strife and care. The fever-pulse of the city Is throbbing in all the air: But calm through the sunlit spaces And calm through the starlit sky, Fortver over the city The clouds of God go by. The city is full of passion And shame and anner and sin. Of hearts that are dark with evil. Of souls that are black within: But white as the robes of angels And pure through the wind-swept sky. Forever over the city The clouds of God go by. The city is full of sorrow. And tears that are shed In -ain? By day and by night there rises The voice of its grief and pain. But soft as a benediction They bend from the vault on high. And over the sorrowful city The clouds of God go by. O eyes that are old with vigil! O hearts that are dim with tears! Look up from the path of sorrow That measures Itself in years. And read in the blue above you Tha peace that is every nigh, While over the troubled city The clouds of Godgo by. |