CLOUDS 



compartments all the things of life, dividing even 

 those around us ; we wall up ourselves and them in 

 prison cells, and bar out the beauty which is every- 

 where, but which we will not see. 



CLOUDS 



By the height of the cloud that sails, with rest in motion, 

 Over the plains and the vales to the measureless ocean. 



THUS Henry Van Dyke speaks of clouds ' rest 

 in motion ' and there cannot be a more simple or 

 more perfect description. The grandeur of the 

 mighty multi-domed cumulus clouds, their snow- 

 white masses smoothly floating and gliding through 

 space, seem in their calm and noiseless journey to 

 be at perfect rest. 



How much many of us miss by our unobservance 

 of the ever-changing beauties of earth's dome. Cloud- 

 land ! the abode of storms, the home where tempests 

 slumber and awake, is furnished with a ceaseless 

 variety of majestic ethereal forms, rayed with the 

 brilliance of colours mixed with the medium of light, 



B. 10 145 



