. Dreams and realities . reak the silence; Be cheerful, tis always best;Be patient a little longer; Perhaps just beyond our sightThe prize will be ours we long for— Somehow it will all come right. Keep up heart and keep pressing onward— There are stars in the darkest night;You know they are shining oer you, Though you may not see their you cannot see how it will be done, There are things beyond our all to the loving Master— Somehow it will all come right. 244 DREAMS AND REALITIES. What matters it if the hillside Seems rough to your weary feet?The cool soft grass in the
. Dreams and realities . reak the silence; Be cheerful, tis always best;Be patient a little longer; Perhaps just beyond our sightThe prize will be ours we long for— Somehow it will all come right. Keep up heart and keep pressing onward— There are stars in the darkest night;You know they are shining oer you, Though you may not see their you cannot see how it will be done, There are things beyond our all to the loving Master— Somehow it will all come right. 244 DREAMS AND REALITIES. What matters it if the hillside Seems rough to your weary feet?The cool soft grass in the valley Will seem more cool and in the arid desert Is gushing a fountain bright;Keep this thought ever before you— Somehow it will all come right. So trust, and cease repining, And dry your falling tears;Strive yet a little longer— The reward will come with the you go, if the storms beat oer you And drown the beacon light,Just call to the blessed Master, Who will guide your feet AFTER. APTEE the years have told their tale of sorrow,Sorrow or joy, as thy lot may be,In the sweet hush of twilight some glad to-morrow I think that you will wander back to me—Will wander back across the hills and river, Through all the gloom that lies twixt me andthee—Will wander back to dwell with me forever,My darling as of old once more to be. I had a dream—a dream that was so tender That in the dark it left a path of came to me—ah, joy to remember!— And said: Be patient, dear, all will come so I wait and hope, though years are speeding And shadows stretch unbroken down my way,That Fate cannot withstand alway my pleading, And I shall have you back again some day. JUN 21 1909
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