Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast The sun ariseth in his majesty.william shakespeare
There ariseth a little cloud out of the sea, like a man's hand.
Blessed and happy is he that ariseth to promote the best interests of the peoples and kindred's of the earth.