Lo! The poor Indian, whose untutored mind sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind.

Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute.

For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.

The story here is driven by poor trading results. Hanging on the horizon are these storm clouds that emerge from the trading business. Every quarter you are holding your breath.

It is a very beautiful day. The woman looks around and thinks: 'there cannot ever have been a spring more beautiful than this. I did not know until now that clouds could be like this. I did not know that the sky is the sea and that clouds are the souls of happy ships, sunk long ago. I did not know that the wind could be tender, like hands as they caress - what did I know - until now?

'Tis education forms the common mind; just as the twig is bent the tree's inclined