. Dreams and realities . JUST ANOTHER SORROW. THESES a mansion by the riverWhere the water lilies quiver,Where the golden summer sun falls oer the floor;There a little maid doth waitFor a form to pass the gateThat will come to cheer and love her nevermore. Theres a name she never speaks,There are tears upon her cheeks,There are days that were so happy that are deadbeyond recall;There are harsh words that were spoken—They have given back each token;And theres just another sorrow in this old world—that is all. Oftentimes she sees his face In some crowded public place,And to her eyes the bitter t
. Dreams and realities . JUST ANOTHER SORROW. THESES a mansion by the riverWhere the water lilies quiver,Where the golden summer sun falls oer the floor;There a little maid doth waitFor a form to pass the gateThat will come to cheer and love her nevermore. Theres a name she never speaks,There are tears upon her cheeks,There are days that were so happy that are deadbeyond recall;There are harsh words that were spoken—They have given back each token;And theres just another sorrow in this old world—that is all. Oftentimes she sees his face In some crowded public place,And to her eyes the bitter tear drops start; For she was not to blame For the bitterness that came,And she carries with her now a broken heart. So the heedless world moves on,And the summer soon is gone; JUST ANOTHER SORROW. 119 They have no time for pausing, though a fellow-comrade fall;And once more she takes her place,With a smile upon her face,And theres just another sorrow in this old world—that is A LOVE THAT WILL NOT DIE. THEY tell me skies are leaden,And winds are keen and cold;For me the roses redden, And the world is bright with thousand dancing sunbeams Make glory in the sky,For I know somebody loves meWith a love that will not die. Then away with foolish fancies That came with childish years,Like will-o-wisp that dances From laughter into tears;Give me this sweet assurance That need not reason why—I know somebody loves me With a love that will not die. So all the world is spring to me, Though winters in the air;My life is sweet tranquillity, And everything is sorrow glooms above my way To make my joys fly by,For I know somebody loves me With a love that will not die SUNRISE. T*- HE god of day came to this world of ours,L And in the sky clouds blossomed forth day made ready for the coming kingBy touching into beauty— cushions for her lovers feet she rolledOf rosy-tinted vapor, flecked with gold;And called on morning, faire
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