. Echoes from the prairie and the hills .. . s The star of hope, would softly shine; In some fond heart youd reign supremeYour life would be a pleasant dream,With sweet realities to giveA zest to every hour you live. Oh, ye gods! I pray, I pray Send me that wand without delay. A magic wand, with wondrous power To change a hovel to a tower; And change the den, where hides the snake, Into a little placid lake Where golden fish and lihes white. May float upon its waters bright. And change the thistle to a change the swamp into a bower;And change the false into the doubting ones
. Echoes from the prairie and the hills .. . s The star of hope, would softly shine; In some fond heart youd reign supremeYour life would be a pleasant dream,With sweet realities to giveA zest to every hour you live. Oh, ye gods! I pray, I pray Send me that wand without delay. A magic wand, with wondrous power To change a hovel to a tower; And change the den, where hides the snake, Into a little placid lake Where golden fish and lihes white. May float upon its waters bright. And change the thistle to a change the swamp into a bower;And change the false into the doubting ones, their faith renew,And change the slums, where evil breeds,Into a place where holy deedsCan raise the fallen, and can giveThese hopeless ones a wish to live. A magic wand will neer be I know there is a power, rules our lives and shapes our endsAnd if the helpless soul dependsUpon this power with faith and souls in darkness will not grope,A light, divine, will guide our wayBy shining paths, through endless THE CHRISTMAS TIME Echoes from the PrairieThe snow queen came with garlands white, and the And hung them upon the trees last night. Hills The frost king came with jewels rare,And left them sparkling everywhere. And before the dawn, an artist cameAnd painted flowers on the window pane. The king, the queen, the artist combinedTo deck the earth for Christmas time. THEY WERE BUT DREAMS I dreamed three times about my friend; At first she was a little child With tearful eyes and tresses begged of me that I would lend My aid, to help her to secure A lovely doll, she was quite sureShe could not live without the toy; The doll they would not give or sell; (Remember, as this tale I tell,Twas but a dream) I hired a boyTo go and steal the doll, one night And when I saw the perfect bliss Of that sweet child, and got my kiss,I felt that I had done just dreamed again; the child had grown Into a maiden, wondrous fair; With starry eyes and r
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