. Dreams and realities . T. $15 Ere you stand accused before me With a stain upon your soul,And a gulf between us flowing, Whose dark waters lash and roll,Have the lips that speak so humbly Ever launched a poisoned dart ?Answer me to-night this question: Did you ever break a heart ? You are young, but youth is fickle; Tell me ere your vows grow cold,Will your love be just as tender When we both are gray and old?To-night your eyes are full of love; Do you think that it will last?Might you not look on me with scorn After to-night is past? The man I love must be a man With heart both pure and fai
. Dreams and realities . T. $15 Ere you stand accused before me With a stain upon your soul,And a gulf between us flowing, Whose dark waters lash and roll,Have the lips that speak so humbly Ever launched a poisoned dart ?Answer me to-night this question: Did you ever break a heart ? You are young, but youth is fickle; Tell me ere your vows grow cold,Will your love be just as tender When we both are gray and old?To-night your eyes are full of love; Do you think that it will last?Might you not look on me with scorn After to-night is past? The man I love must be a man With heart both pure and fair,Within whose wealth of tender love No other holds a do not ask him perfect, An angel among men;But he must never stain his soul With the sin of flirting. So if you cannot answer me,Tis best that we should part; 216 DREAMS AND REALITIES. I cannot give my heart to oneWho broke some other heart. So go your way—Im still yonr friend-And learn to be more true. All the pain you cause anotherMay some day come to THE OLD MEADOW. IF ever my heart is troubled,And the billows of anguish roll,I long to get out with Nature, For it seemeth to soothe my when I look out on the hillsidesAll scarred by the storm and rain,And the trees that have stood the tempest,I seem to take heart again. And there are the sweet little flowers, The daisies that sprinkle the sod—0, when I get nearer to Nature, I am nearer to Natures God!And the winds that sweep over the meadows Seem to bring me a message of peaceAnd hope when perplexed and weary, And a promise of speedy release. I know a certain old meadow Where the grass is soft, cooling, and here and there some little wild flower Like a star is shining between;Where a dear little brook goes gurgling And rippling upon its way,Catching with silvery fingers At the grasses that bend to its spray— 218 DREAMS AND REALITIES. Dancing all day with the sunbeams, Laughing up at the soft spring skies,Or holding a silver mirror For
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