484 NATURE STUDY. 



LITTLE CLOUDS. 



" High above us, slowly sailing, 



Little clouds so soft and white, 

 You are like the wings of angels, 

 Watching o'er us day and night.' 7 



RAIN SHOWER. 



" Plump little baby clouds, 



Dimpled and soft, 

 Rock in their air-cradles, 

 Swinging aloft. 



Snowy cloud mothers, 

 With broad bosom white, 



Watch o'er the baby clouds 

 Slumbering light. 



Tired little baby clouds 



Dreaming of fears, 

 Turn in their air-cradles, 



Dropping soft tears. 



Great snowy mother clouds, 



Brooding o'er all, 

 Let their warm mother tears 



Tenderly fall." 



Author not known. 



A JOURNEY TO CLOUDLAND AND BACK. 



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" Some little drops of water 

 Whose home was in the sea, 

 To go upon a journey 

 Once happened to agree. 

 They had a cloud for carriage, 

 And drove a playful breeze, 

 And over town and country 

 They rode along at ease. 

 But, oh, there were so many, 

 That soon the carriage broke, 



