'Heavenly secrets' breathe around us--lowly flowers on the sod, Cloudland's curves and grading colors veil the Infinite of God. The Infinite--we shudder! but wild longings through us steal As we vainly strive to grasp It till our failing senses reel. Ever longing, never grasping, though in tenderness It stoop To shade the scented cups of flowers, to bend them as they droop. For through infinite gradations pass the changeful hues of light, That the infinite through color may send greetings to the sight. Through ne'er-returning, endless curves, flowers, trees, clouds, mountains pass, That man may see the Infinite through nature's magic glass. Oh, tender stooping! soothing! Infinite Love must be The cause, aim, end, the burning heart of everything we see. Earth may cover deep her dying, parted hearts chant weary dirge, But we _feel death is but seeming_ in the Cloudland's evening surge. * * * * * _CIRRI._ Floating high above the mountains, in the fields of upper air, Multitudinous throng the Cirri, ranged in order, heavenly fair. Rank upon rank in glory lie the transverse, plumy bars; Tranquil beauty rules the union which disorder never mars. Perfect symmetry, obedience, mark their finely chiselled lines-- In the highest sphere of being flexile _grace_ with _law_ combines. Now they break in fleecy ripples as innumerably they press; Shines the blue of Heaven between them as they fly the Wind's caress. Millions fleck the face of Heaven, but no two alike are ever: Restless mirror of the Infinite, form seems exhausted never. Are they lambs 'mid Heaven's blue pastures? are they swans with downy breast Floating through that azure ocean round the region of the Blest? Are they snowy wings of Cherubs gathering round the Throne above, As the vesper hymn of Heaven rises to the Eternal Love? Gazing on their wavy ripples, they seem mingling with the sky, Yet the heavenly little islets still innumerable lie. How the fleecy cloudlets glitter as they sail so clear and high! Is light curdling into snowflakes as it streams athwart the sky? Freezing? No--warm and glowing, ambient, changeful, feathery, bright, Rather seem the floating vapors melting into roseate light. With the white flame in their bosoms, and the pure blue depths above, When the sunset rays dart kisses, how they kindle into love! See, with every shaft electric flash the bright hues deeper, higher, Till the chaste and snowy cloudlets fleck the Blue of Heaven with fire. How they flush and how they quiver! how the virgin drifts of snow Drink the sunset's dying passion, catch his ardent parting glow! Love weaves close in chords harmonic all the finely fretted dome, Blue, white, purple, gold, and crimson, fringe, melt, ripple into foam.