...lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy...

...lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet bidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour, With music...

...critics, devoid of enthusiasm and inspiration, and utterly incapable of judging of the merits of — " A poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...To sympathy, with hopes and fears it heeded not." feeling of love for poetry. Many persons speak, think, and write of poetry with a degree of extravagance...

...lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow 'd. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ; From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy...

...one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overrlow'd. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy...

...themselves are there, and they are working up slowly (let us hope) toward a better future. Liku .1 poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns...wrought To sympathy -with hopes and fears it heeded not. Now, a journalist is not a poet, and Heaven knows he is far enough from being lost in a haze of thought...

...rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing...wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not : Like a highborn maiden In a palace tower, - But thou, who art as wise as thou art strong To compass...

...lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflow e.!. What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy...

...lonely cloud, The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. What thou art, we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there...see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy...