. Dreams and realities . u may know I love you best,And her eyes to mine were lifted, And her hand in mine was will have my silks and jewels As the wealthy bankers wife;But the days that I have known you Are the brightest of my life. Youll forget me and be happy, Promise youll forgive me, too;For I could not bear your hatred, Though not worth a thought from she left me, and the next day To the city they were gone;And I knew that I had lost her— Prince and I were all alone. She was married in the springtime— Married well, the papers said;But though twenty years are over, I have
. Dreams and realities . u may know I love you best,And her eyes to mine were lifted, And her hand in mine was will have my silks and jewels As the wealthy bankers wife;But the days that I have known you Are the brightest of my life. Youll forget me and be happy, Promise youll forgive me, too;For I could not bear your hatred, Though not worth a thought from she left me, and the next day To the city they were gone;And I knew that I had lost her— Prince and I were all alone. She was married in the springtime— Married well, the papers said;But though twenty years are over, I have never cared to my little summer romance No one ever knew or guessed;But I never did repeat it, For the first love is the best. 13 194 DREAMS AND REALITIES. Did I blame her ? No; I loved her Far too well to cast a blame;Though I saw her faults aud weakness, Yet I loved her just the you think Ill ever marry? No; the day for that is past—Prince and I keep Cfbaeh together, For my first love is my A SKETCH. JUST a little silver shimmerWhere the rippling waters run,And glide and dance and glimmerNeath the sun. Just a crowd of happy daisiesNodding to the breezes gay, Listening to the wild bees praisesAll the day. Just an oak tree, gnarled and olden,Standing by a moss-grown wall, Where the sunbeams warm and goldenOer it fall. Theres a dark-eyed maiden standing,Waiting in the little dell— Why she weeps the wondering daisiesCannot tell. Lo! he comes, a fair-haired lover; But he comes to say good-by—That is why a gloom hangs over Earth and sky. Few brief words, and he has riddenOer the hilltops toward the west; And the maidens face is hiddenOn her breast. WAIT. ®HEABT, by clouds of doubt oppressed,The sun will shine, though his brightbeams shine late;The darkest night but heralds the fair dawn;Cheer up, sad heart, and wait—only wait. Sometimes the thorns upon lifes way may grow,Instead of roses, by some cruel Fate; But round some turn the flowers bloom
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