Part 2 — I DREAMED.

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BY WM. M. BRIGGS.

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I had a dream of sunny hours,

That glided fast away;

I had a dream of starry flowers,

Unwet with tears of falling showers,

Untouched by dark decay;

I foolish dreamt of sunset skies

That slept unchanged amid their gorgeous dies.

I dreamt me of a little boat

Went sailing down a stream,

With stray bright leaves and flowers afloat,

And many a sunbeam’s dusty mote

And painted pebble’s gleam—

I dreamt the barque’s bright goal was won

And still the drifting flowers, the stream flowed on.

I dreamed still that I sad awoke

Upon a desert shore;

The cold, gray morning slowly broke,

An unseen sighing came—it spoke—

“Thus is it evermore,

Thus is it with thy hopes and fears—

Flowers fade, skies darken, and the goal is tears!”