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ut of her circuit, so old, so old, And the smile o' the sun knows but these changes-- Beaming, burning, tender, cold, As Spring time softens or Winter estranges The mighty heart of this orb of gold. From our great sire's birth to the last morn's breaking There were tempest, sunshine, fruit and frost, And the sea was calm or the sea was shaking His mighty main like a lion crossed, And ever this cry the heart was making-- Longing, loving, losing, lost. Forever the wild wind wanders, crying, Southerly, easterly, north and west, And one worn song the fields are sighing, "Sowing, growing, harvest, rest," And the tired thought of the world, replying Like an echo to what is last and best, Murmurs--"Rest." DREAMS. Thank God for dreams! I, desolate and lone, In the dark curtained night, did seem to be The centre where all golden sun-rays shone, And, sitting there, held converse sweet with thee. No shadow lurked between us; all was bright And beautiful as in the hours gone by, I smiled, and was rewarded by the light Of olden days soft beaming from thine eye. Thank God, thank God for dreams! I thought the birds all listened; for thy voice Pulsed through the air, like beat of silver wings. It made each chamber of my soul rejoice And thrilled along my heart's tear-rusted strings. As some devout and ever-prayerful nun Tells her bright beads, and counts them o'er and o'er, Thy golden words I gathered, one by one, And slipped them into memory's precious store. Thank God, thank God for dreams! My lips met thine in one ecstatic kiss. Hand pressed in hand, and heart to heart we sat. Why even now I am surcharged with bliss-- With joy supreme, if I but think of that. No fear of separation or of change Crept in to mar our sweet serene content. In that blest vision, nothing could estrange Our wedded souls, in perfect union blent. Thank God, thank God for dreams! Thank God for dreams! when nothing else is left. When the sick soul, all tortured with its pain, Knowing itself forever more bereft, Finds waiting hopeless and all watching vain, When empty arms grow rigid with their ache, When eyes are blinded with sad tides of tears, When stricken hearts do suffer, yet not break, For loss of those who come not with the years-- Thank God, thank God for dreams! HELENA. Last night I saw Helena. She whose praise Of late all men have sounded. She f
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