Beneath a sullen, somber sky, Gloomy and gray the waters lie— Leaden and dull and listless, save The heavy toss of wave on wave. But look! for now the clouds divide— O'erhead warm skies, below the tide— Erstwhile so languid, dull of hue: One flashing, sparkling sheen of blue! Not mine to ask from whence or why Those earth-born clouds, nor whither fly; But mine alone the joy to know That neither height nor depth below Nor any creature can obscure God's light, which shines unchanged and pure.
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