. Dreams and realities . heart said: If lifes scenes were all likethese,Then mortals neer would murmur againstFate. But ah! sometimes the skies are clouded, In pulseless hands the lilies sometimes bloom; In robes of sorrow our crushed hopes are shroud-ed;No ray of light pierces the midnight gloom. And then I thought of one I knew and loved,Who was as fair as these fair, fragile flowers, Whose love for me as frail as lilies proved;Like them, it lived a few brief, golden hours. And as I breathed the lilies perfumed breath,And looked upon the shining star-decked sky, MOONLIGHT AND LILIES. 13
. Dreams and realities . heart said: If lifes scenes were all likethese,Then mortals neer would murmur againstFate. But ah! sometimes the skies are clouded, In pulseless hands the lilies sometimes bloom; In robes of sorrow our crushed hopes are shroud-ed;No ray of light pierces the midnight gloom. And then I thought of one I knew and loved,Who was as fair as these fair, fragile flowers, Whose love for me as frail as lilies proved;Like them, it lived a few brief, golden hours. And as I breathed the lilies perfumed breath,And looked upon the shining star-decked sky, MOONLIGHT AND LILIES. 135 I seemed to see again that sweet, fair face,And hear that voice as in the days gone by. The morning finds the lily faded—dead,And clouds shut out the beauty of the sky; They both are emblems of the days now fled—The golden dreams of youth, so swift to die. And yet I would not change the lilys life,I would not have the skies forever blue; But if twere mine to make or mar my life,I would have had your love more JUST A SMILE. I WAS troubled; doubts and heartachesHung about me like a cloud;And I felt that none could comfort—Felt alone, though in a crowd. But some magic magnetism Made me look back, after while; And my burden all seemed lifted,By one glance—by just a smile. JMid that crowd of careless faces,Some indifferent and some cold, That rare smile seemed full of sunshine,Worth to me far more than gold. All the world seemed to grow brighter With a glory none can tell;Something seemed to softly whisper: Keep up, heart, all will be Ah! it is so strange we keep them,And look so coldly all the while, When we might make some heart lighterBy one look—by just a smile. TO A FRIEND. rOU asked me to write you a promised I would, and yetI hardly know what to write ofNow that my task is set. Shall I tell you of summers beauty ? Or the sunsets royal glow?Or shall I write of mountains With shining caps of snow ? Shall I choose a dainty violet For a subject, m
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