I DREAM OF ALL THINGS BEAUTIFUL.
Reading edition
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BY MISS M. E. ALILSON.
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I dream of all things beautiful—
The glad, bright stars above,
As one by one they deck the heavens,
Like angel-smiles of love;
Of moonbeams as they softly rest
Upon the quiet lake,
And from its darkened brow the gloom
Of falling shadows take.
I dream of all things beautiful—
The blush of op’ning flowers,
When first their petals bright unclose
In spring-time’s leafy bowers;
Of dew-drops when they silently
At evening’s twilight close,
Stoop down and kiss the leaflets fair
Of sweet unfolding rose.
I dream of all things beautiful—
The brooklet on its way,
As sparkling bright it sings of joy
The live-long summer day;
Of shady woods where glad, free winds
Are whisp’ring softly now,
Where many birdlings, blithe and gay,
Sing sweet from ev’ry bough.
I dream of all things beautiful—
The shell of ocean’s caves,
That softly parts its rosy lips
And drinks the dewy waves;
Of emerald isles that glisten
Like gems upon the deep,
Where whispering winds their music
Untiring vigils keep.
I dream of all things beautiful—
A home beyond the seas,
Where flowers ever waft their scents
Upon the sleepy breeze;
Of summers lovely and undying,
Bright skies of cloudless blue,
Where nature smiles forever bright,
In robes of loveliest hue.
I dream of all things beautiful—
Sweet music soft and low,
When wakened ’neath a skillful touch,
Its gentle numbers flow;
Of low, sweet words, when angels near
Are whisp’ring sweet of Heaven,
Where contrite hearts shall find their chains
Of sin and darkness riven.