Soft white cloud in the sky,
Wise are you in your day:
One side turned toward God on high,
One toward the world alway.
Soft white cloud, I too
Would bear me like to you.

So I might secrets learn
From heaven, and tell to men;
And so might their spirits beat and burn
To make it their country then.
Soft white cloud, make mine
Such manner of life as thine.