. Dreams and realities . with gray,The flowers have lost their fragrance Since you are gone heart has ceased its singing And murmurs in broken sighs,And I long like a shipwrecked sailor For a glance from your bonny eyes. You will come againâI know itâ Somewhere in the future sweetI shall catch the perfume of the flowers That tremble beneath your am coming sometime, you told me, Though I cannot tell you whenâBut I have your promise, darling, And my heart can wait till then. PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. You came, and the day was golden; You went, and it turned to gray;The sunshine t
. Dreams and realities . with gray,The flowers have lost their fragrance Since you are gone heart has ceased its singing And murmurs in broken sighs,And I long like a shipwrecked sailor For a glance from your bonny eyes. You will come againâI know itâ Somewhere in the future sweetI shall catch the perfume of the flowers That tremble beneath your am coming sometime, you told me, Though I cannot tell you whenâBut I have your promise, darling, And my heart can wait till then. PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE. You came, and the day was golden; You went, and it turned to gray;The sunshine turned to shadows, Dear, when you went will comeâ0 the joyful moment When I shall hear you say:I am here to keep my promise That I made when I went away! Past, present, and futureâ Which days are the days most dear?The glad, sweet days that are coming Or the ones that once were here?I know not, I care not, if only Some wave of that mystic sea,That shadowy ocean called Future, Is bearing you back to WHAT 18 HEAVEN? WHAT is heaven? I asked a little joy! and in her innocence she. smiled. I asked the aged, with care oppressed;All suffering oer, 0 heaven is rest! I asked a maiden meek and tender-eyed;It must be love/ she modestly replied. I asked the artist, who adored his art; Heaven is all beauty I spoke his rapturous heart. I asked the poet, with his soul afire; Tis glory, glory! and he struck his lyre. I asked the Christian, waiting her release; A halo round her, low she murmured: Peace! So all may look with hopeful eyes above;Tis beauty, glory, joy, rest, peace, and love. A YEAR AGO TO-NIGHT. THE shadows creep oer the mountains steep,And darken the vale below;And I sit and dream in the firelights gleam Of to-night a year winters chill, as it always will, Has fled with the breath of spring,And the fair sweet flowers and sunny hoursAre blessing the earth again. But with the hum of the bees has come A memory of dead delightâOf days of old, like
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