. Dreams and realities . gh my soul!Thoughts are there like unset jewels, But they cannot outward roll,Words are lacking, words are feeble; And a rippling music flowsThrough and through my inmost being, That nobody ever knows. Had I wings more strong than eagles, I might sail through seas of space,And upon some far-off planet, In some distant secret place,Find the power to set to music That sweet song that through me flows-Thrill the world to its deep center With a joy that no one knows. Have I said that no one knew them—All our heartaches and our cares, NOBODY EVER KNOWS. 81 All our lofty asp
. Dreams and realities . gh my soul!Thoughts are there like unset jewels, But they cannot outward roll,Words are lacking, words are feeble; And a rippling music flowsThrough and through my inmost being, That nobody ever knows. Had I wings more strong than eagles, I might sail through seas of space,And upon some far-off planet, In some distant secret place,Find the power to set to music That sweet song that through me flows-Thrill the world to its deep center With a joy that no one knows. Have I said that no one knew them—All our heartaches and our cares, NOBODY EVER KNOWS. 81 All our lofty aspirations, And our faintest whispered prayers ?There is One who low is bending, And He heeds our slightest woes,Sees the tears that fall in secret; Every care we have He knows. He will share our every sorrow, He is promised for our Guide,And at last Hell safely lead us Out upon the other to Him your doubts and longings, He will hold you by the hand,Every heartache that you tell Him He will know and WHEREt WHERE are the flowers gone to—The blossoms we used to know ?Where are the birds that used to sing In the summers of long ago ?Where are the golden peaches, And the red-cheeked apples too ?Where are the amber-colored pears,And the grapes of dusky hue ? Where are the sweet, white daisies That kissed the wandering feet ?Where are the fair June roses That made the world so sweet ?Where are the strains of music Whose echoes een are dead?Where are the smiles and glances, And the words that once were said ? Are they lost ? Over Times river There is a mystic land,And in the boat of memory We may sail to its golden may catch the wash of the waters As they kiss the shell-strewn sand;In the beautiful land of the used-to-be My castle towers stand. WHERE ? 83 The grass is soft to the weary feet, Not a single thorn in view,The way is sweet with flowers Of every kind and birds sing in the branches That sang in the days gone by,And the lilies tall,
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