Songs from the Ozarks; and other poems . ar loved one lying there— Her soldier son, so brave. Then let my thoughts with beauty glow, And each day give new birth—That flowers from my soil may blow. With all of beautys worth. —143- SONGS FROM THE OZARKS IN DREAMS In phantom dreams^ there often beams A wondrous vision near—That simply teems with loves sweet gleams, That never had a peer. Like crystal stream in natures scheme, A music soft and low—Doth ever seem with love supreme. When she is near, to flow. The music sweet that doth repeat Each murmur in the dream—Like waving wheat that zephyrs me
Songs from the Ozarks; and other poems . ar loved one lying there— Her soldier son, so brave. Then let my thoughts with beauty glow, And each day give new birth—That flowers from my soil may blow. With all of beautys worth. —143- SONGS FROM THE OZARKS IN DREAMS In phantom dreams^ there often beams A wondrous vision near—That simply teems with loves sweet gleams, That never had a peer. Like crystal stream in natures scheme, A music soft and low—Doth ever seem with love supreme. When she is near, to flow. The music sweet that doth repeat Each murmur in the dream—Like waving wheat that zephyrs meet— Fills me with joy supreme. She comes with love and bends above. And softly strokes my hair;Like Noahs dove—she coos with love— And croons a soft sweet air. And as she sings, soul upward wings And floats above the sky;Like a bell that rings soft chimes, she brings A joyous ecstasy! For as she bends, my spirit blends. And all my joys complete;Sorrow suspends, beauty transcends— And love then reigns replete. -144—. Upon the wall above me—A picture sweet and fair— SONGS FROM THE OZARKS Oh, lovely theme ! My sweetest dream ! My angel mother, fair!Een in a dream thou art supreme— And without a compare. TWAS MIDNIGHT Twas midnights solemn hour— My light was burning low—I sat me silent musing. Before my firelights glow;Upon the wall above me— A picture sweet and fair—Seemed smiling with a welcome. Upon me, sitting there. And as I gazed with longing, I seemed to hear a voiceFrom out the past, speak softly— Oh, loving heart spirit I am with thee, To guard thy feet aright—And hover bout thy bedside, To cheer thee through the night. I know the lonesome aching— The void that fills each day—The clouds that hide the sunshine— And note each strand of but a fleeting moment— This sand of earthly life—Then spirit, freed from earth pot. Will dwell midst beauty rife. —145— SONGS FROM THE OZARKS Oh, faithful heart be cheer
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