Who covereth thyself with light as a garment: who stretchest out
the heavens like a curtain:
Who layeth the beams of his chambers in the waters: who maketh
the clouds his chariot: who walketh upon the wings of the wind:
Who maketh his angels spirits: his ministers a flaming fire:
Who laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be
removed for ever.
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And it can to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold,
there ariseth a little cloud out read more
And it can to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold,
there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
And he said, Go up, say unto Ahab, Prepare thy chariot, and get
thee down, that the rain stop thee not.
When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
When clouds appear like rocks and towers,
The earth's refreshed by frequent showers.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Far clouds of feathery gold,
Shaded with deepest purple, gleam
Like islands on a dark blue sea.
Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how
that al our fathers were under the cloud, read more
Moreover, brethren, I would not that ye should be ignorant, how
that al our fathers were under the cloud, and all passed through
the sea.
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon read more
My prophecy is but half his journey yet,
For yonder walls, that pertly front your town,
Yon towers, whose wanton tops do buss the clouds,
Must kiss their own feet.
The clouds,--the only birds that never sleep.
The clouds,--the only birds that never sleep.
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the read more
See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft
So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away
Over the snowy peaks!
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud
Turn forth her silver lining on the night?
Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly well know whither,
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Were I a cloud I'd gather
My skirts up in the air,
And fly well know whither,
And rest I well know where.
