THERE WILL BE DREAMS AGAIN MABEL HILLYER EASTMAN

THERE will be dreams again! The grass will spread Her velvet verdure over earth’s torn breast; By ragged shard, half-hid, where rust runs red, The soaring lark in spring will build her nest. There will be dreams again! The primrose pale Will shelter where the belching guns plowed deep; The trees will whisper, and the nightingale Chant golden monodies where heroes sleep. There will be dreams again! The stars look down On youthful lovers—oh, first love, how sweet! And men will wed, and childish laughter crown Life’s awe-compelling miracle complete. There will be dreams again! Oh, thou forlorn That crumbling trench or the slow heaving sea Hath snatched thy dead—oh, pray thee, do not mourn! There will be dreams—thy loved shall come to thee!