. Dreams and realities . of spring,Or when the hues of autumn Have fallen on everything;I have gone in the golden summer, I have gone in the winters chill—Whenever I seek its soothing I find it my old friend still. I have gone to the dear old meadow When my heart was wild with pain,When my tears fell fast and faster, Like the dash of the summers rain;When it seemed that all the wide world Held no one so sad as I—Then dear old Mother Nature Was ready to soothe my cry. I have gone to the dear old meadowWhen my heart with hope beat high, THE OLD MEADOW. 219 When my spirit grew light and lighter,T
. Dreams and realities . of spring,Or when the hues of autumn Have fallen on everything;I have gone in the golden summer, I have gone in the winters chill—Whenever I seek its soothing I find it my old friend still. I have gone to the dear old meadow When my heart was wild with pain,When my tears fell fast and faster, Like the dash of the summers rain;When it seemed that all the wide world Held no one so sad as I—Then dear old Mother Nature Was ready to soothe my cry. I have gone to the dear old meadowWhen my heart with hope beat high, THE OLD MEADOW. 219 When my spirit grew light and lighter,Till it longed to take wings and fly; Then the sweet old sense of soothing:Seemed to float round every spot, For Nature, like God who made it,Is a friend that changeth not. So when my heart is burdened, And the waves of anguish roll,I long to get out with Nature, For it seemeth to soothe my soul;And when my heart is happy, Out there on the daisied sodI can go and commune with Nature, And through her with Natures LOST. LOST—two golden years,In chasing a phantom dreamThat lured me on like will-o-wisp—A bubble upon lifes stream. I have followed it in the morning,I have followed it in the night— Over mountains and arid desertsI have followed this phantom light. I have followed when springs first blossom^Waved sweet in the balmy breeze; I have followed when fairy snowflakesClung close to the leafless trees. Over seas and tears and heartaches,And mountains of hate and sin— For two long years I have followedThis phantom I sought to win; Till it came to me one morning,When bitter thoughts were rife, That I had lost foreverTwo golden years of life. LOST. 221 Two years of youths sweet springtime,Chasing a phantom dream That eludes my grasp foreverLike the lightnings fitful gleam. And I pause in my mad pursuingMid a rain of hopeless tears, And cry: 0 Fate, give back to meMy two lost golden years!
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