. Dreams and realities . he harp again. He stood beneath the stars and breathed her name,Then touched the strings; they quivered as withpain. He thought of her, of her sweet face and smile,And all the while he softly swept the strings; A melody responded strangely sweetAnd sad, like songs a wanderer sings. The birds all hushed their songs to hear; The busy world paused, and the hurrying throngListened in wonder while the breaking heart Gave vent to its wild sorrow in sweet song. They followed him, like Orpheus of old,The music was so sad, so strangely sweet, 42 DREAMS AND REALITIES. Each note
. Dreams and realities . he harp again. He stood beneath the stars and breathed her name,Then touched the strings; they quivered as withpain. He thought of her, of her sweet face and smile,And all the while he softly swept the strings; A melody responded strangely sweetAnd sad, like songs a wanderer sings. The birds all hushed their songs to hear; The busy world paused, and the hurrying throngListened in wonder while the breaking heart Gave vent to its wild sorrow in sweet song. They followed him, like Orpheus of old,The music was so sad, so strangely sweet, 42 DREAMS AND REALITIES. Each note seemed throbbing with a tender love,They clustered, wondering, at the workmansfeet. Some heart seemed breaking in each tender chord,Each note seemed glittering with sorrows tears; Yet love was in it all—a love so strong,It seemed to be eternal, not of years. And then the workman said: At last I knowThe secret which the angels know above, Without it life would be a barren waste,The power that moves the universe is A BOAT RIDE. THE moons asleep, mid shadows deep,In the dusky Southern sky;And we gently float in our swaying boat,Together—you and I. Now sweet and low, the waters flow,And the spell I would not break; All the world forgot, in this quiet spotOn the bosom of the lake. Row gently, gondolier,Over the rippling stream; Row gently, gondolier,Fm living in a dream. Float, float, fairy boat, Over the waters wide;Dream! dream! on lifes deep stream; Were drifting with the tide. Now faint, yet clear, there comes, my dear, Sweet music from the shore,And our gondolier, now there, now here, Keeps time with his faithful oar. 44 DREAMS AND REALITIES. The night winds blow as on we go, And with you by my sideI halfway long, like the quaint old song. That life were a long boat ride. Row gently, gondolier,Over the rippling stream; Row gently, gondolier,Im living in a dream. Float, float, fairy boat,Over the waters wide; Drift on then foreverOver lifes changing tide.
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