| Samuel Kettell, ed. Specimens of American Poetry. 1829. | | | | Epithalamium | | By John G. C. Brainard (1796–1828) |
| | | I SAW two clouds at morning, | |
| Tinged with the rising sun; | |
| And in the dawn they floated on, | |
| And mingled into one: | |
| I thought that morning cloud was blest, | 5 |
| It moved so sweetly to the west. | |
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| I saw two summer currents, | |
| Flow smoothly to their meeting, | |
| And join their course, with silent force, | |
| In peace each other greeting: | 10 |
| Calm was their course through banks of green, | |
| While dimpling eddies play’d between. | |
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| Such be your gentle motion, | |
| Till life’s last pulse shall beat; | |
| Like summer’s beam, and summer’s stream, | 15 |
| Float on, in joy, to meet | |
| A calmer sea, where storms shall cease— | |
| A purer sky, where all is peace. | | | | |
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