. Dreams and realities . so sweetBy freedom from thought of care— And those wonderful visions I had een then-The castles in the air. 0 give me back the childhood joysAnd the loves that I knew then, And the childish faith and the simple trustThat I had in my fellow-men. 0, I long to-day for the sweet old days When hearts were fondly true !And I trod the sun-clad, flower-decked ways That my happy childhood knew. They are gone—all gone, the joys of old,The home and its sunny nooks, The hours of play the livelong day,The flowers and rippling brooks. They are gone—all gone, the childish lovesAnd th
. Dreams and realities . so sweetBy freedom from thought of care— And those wonderful visions I had een then-The castles in the air. 0 give me back the childhood joysAnd the loves that I knew then, And the childish faith and the simple trustThat I had in my fellow-men. 0, I long to-day for the sweet old days When hearts were fondly true !And I trod the sun-clad, flower-decked ways That my happy childhood knew. They are gone—all gone, the joys of old,The home and its sunny nooks, The hours of play the livelong day,The flowers and rippling brooks. They are gone—all gone, the childish lovesAnd the comrades I played with then, And the simple trust and the pure faithThat I had in my fellow-men. For the rainbow dreams of childhood yearsHave faded as all dreams must. THE DAYS OF LONG AGO. 145 And the castles of air, though wondrous fair,Have crumbled in the dust. And the day is cold with wintry chill And dull with a mist of rain,For my heart is weary and yearneth still For the dream that it dreamed in MY BROKEN LILY. ®]STLY a sweet broken lily,But it once was fresh and fair,With pearly dew on its petals And a fragrance faint and rested npon the bosomOf one that I love well,And slept, soothed by the heavingOf his heart as it rose and fell. It was made by angel fingers, So was my darlings face,And as perfect as pure lilies Is each line of faultless moonbeams kissed the lily As you gave it, love, to me,And its broken petals seemed to breathe A message of love from thee. It is broken, sweet lily, and fading; Its leaves are fallen apart;But it had one glorious hour When it lay so near your would that I were a lily, If you would wear the flower;I long to be cherished near your heart— If it were for but an hour. MY BROKEN LILY. 147 0 tell me, lily, tell me, While I kiss your petals white,Did the heart that beat beneath you Beat for me to-night?Did he whisper my name, sweet lily ? Does he love me ? 0, lily, tell!Yon slumbered on his hear
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