. Dreams and realities . O-i. TOO LATE. HAD a precious jewel for my own,A perfect gem in color and design;But ah ! I did not know its real worthUntil I found it was no longer mine. I had a flower given unto me. I prized it much, but yet I did not giveThe love for which my flower pined and died— The love that would have made it grow andlive. I sailed a little boat upon a stream; I toyed with it like a child at play,And never knew how much I really prized My boat until I saw it drift away. God gave the sunshine, and I never knewHow I should miss the beams that were myown, Until amid the shadows
. Dreams and realities . O-i. TOO LATE. HAD a precious jewel for my own,A perfect gem in color and design;But ah ! I did not know its real worthUntil I found it was no longer mine. I had a flower given unto me. I prized it much, but yet I did not giveThe love for which my flower pined and died— The love that would have made it grow andlive. I sailed a little boat upon a stream; I toyed with it like a child at play,And never knew how much I really prized My boat until I saw it drift away. God gave the sunshine, and I never knewHow I should miss the beams that were myown, Until amid the shadows I awokeTo find that sunshine flown. God gave me you; I did not know your worth;I did not see the gem behind the mold; 172 DREAMS AND REALITIES. And so I caught and kept the glittering drossAnd lost the pure gold. Too often we are blind while we possessSome blessing. Tis irony of Fate That we should learn to prize and know itsworthWhen it is gone forever—all too THE WHITE CITY.[Written about the Tennessee Centennial, in 1897.] IN the midst of Gods fairest country,In the land of the brave and the free,In the queen of States of the Southland— At Nashville, in fair Tennessee—They have builded a beautiful city, And filled it with things grand and rare,And to celebrate Tennessees birthdayTheyre holding a wonderful fair. They have relics and statues and pictures And flowers upon every hand;Grand displays made by Tennessee people, And imports from many a are minerals and jewels in splendor, There are products from most every clime;You will find there the latest inventions, And things stained and yellow by time. Theres the art and the work of all nations,Theres machinery bewildering and grand, There are bits of our beautiful forests,And shells from the ocean-kissed strand. 174 DREAMS AND REALITIES. There are fish like bright living flowers,There are models of ships on the sea; There are armor and weapons and soldiersIn that grand fair
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