. Dreams and realities . u could know. If you could know how oft I sit and dream Those dear days over, when your love was mine; How life can never be what once it seemed,The sun of love for me no more can shine— Perhaps you would recall the days of oldWhen you said you loved me, loved me so! And know my life has lost its tints of gold,If you could know. If you could know how often in the night I dream that you are near me once again,How your fond kisses make my heart so light, And wake to find the waking only pain—For nevermore will your lips press my own,Though I would give much to have it so
. Dreams and realities . u could know. If you could know how oft I sit and dream Those dear days over, when your love was mine; How life can never be what once it seemed,The sun of love for me no more can shine— Perhaps you would recall the days of oldWhen you said you loved me, loved me so! And know my life has lost its tints of gold,If you could know. If you could know how often in the night I dream that you are near me once again,How your fond kisses make my heart so light, And wake to find the waking only pain—For nevermore will your lips press my own,Though I would give much to have it would you do, dear—would you doubt mylove ?— If you could know? 152 DREAMS AND REALITIES. If you could know—ah well, you never can!—Your life and mine are separate and apart. Though I can nevermore clasp your hand,Your image I can cherish in my heart. Your earnest, pleading, tender eyes of blue—My heart is lonely, for I miss them so. Perhaps you would have been less cruel, more true,If you could TRUSTING, AFTER ALL. [Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him.—Jobxiii. 15.] HNANSWERED still—the prayer I have beenpraying,Praying so long, though oft the tear drops fall;But still my feeble lips the words are saying,And I am hoping, trusting, after all. Though dark the clouds and storms are oer mebeating, I wont give up, whatever may befall;And in the darkness I am still repeating My prayer, and hoping, trusting after all. For surely He who careth for the sparrowsWill hear me if I long and patient call, And give me what so long I have desired,For he knows I am trusting after all. So I will pray it still, though still unansweredMy prayer is, and my eyes with tears are dim; For I am praying to the blessed Master, though He slay me, I can trust in Him. SOMEHOW IT WILL ALL COME RIGHT. SOMETIMES your heart is your cross seems hard to bear;But a Comforter is promised Who will all our burdens your skies are clouded, But to-
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