. Dreams and realities . calm, peaceful, happy moon,That nightly sails the ocean of the sky; For every beam seems like a loving smile,And makes me happyâdo you wonder why ? I love the snowâthe fleecy, feathery snow,Wrapping the earth in bridal robes of white; For I have seen you covered with its flakes;They loved to cling around you in their flight. I love the treesâthe apples white with bloom,And gnarled oaks clad in the autumns hue; I love each spot, each nook, each dell, Where I have ever seen or talked with you. I love my books; but dearer far than allIs oneâa childish book, with covers bl
. Dreams and realities . calm, peaceful, happy moon,That nightly sails the ocean of the sky; For every beam seems like a loving smile,And makes me happyâdo you wonder why ? I love the snowâthe fleecy, feathery snow,Wrapping the earth in bridal robes of white; For I have seen you covered with its flakes;They loved to cling around you in their flight. I love the treesâthe apples white with bloom,And gnarled oaks clad in the autumns hue; I love each spot, each nook, each dell, Where I have ever seen or talked with you. I love my books; but dearer far than allIs oneâa childish book, with covers blue; Only a simple story of the South,With people simple-hearted, fond, and true. 170 THE THINGS I LOVE. But theres one page of it I love the best; And when I read it oer I always sigh;It is dearer to me than all the rest, Becauseâdarling, do you remember why ? I love the worldâI think it strangely fair,From emerald grass to heavens arching blue, From winters winds to summers balmy air,And all because of O-i. TOO LATE. HAD a precious jewel for my own,A perfect gem in color and design;But ah ! I did not know its real worthUntil I found it was no longer mine. I had a flower given unto me. I prized it much, but yet I did not giveThe love for which my flower pined and diedâ The love that would have made it grow andlive. I sailed a little boat upon a stream; I toyed with it like a child at play,And never knew how much I really prized My boat until I saw it drift away. God gave the sunshine, and I never knewHow I should miss the beams that were myown, Until amid the shadows I awokeTo find that sunshine flown. God gave me you; I did not know your worth;I did not see the gem behind the mold; 172 DREAMS AND REALITIES. And so I caught and kept the glittering drossAnd lost the pure gold. Too often we are blind while we possessSome blessing. Tis irony of Fate That we should learn to prize and know itsworthWhen it is gone foreverâall too late.
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