<h2><SPAN name="page32"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>I DREAM</h2>
<p class="poetry">Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes dream of
Life<br/>
In the full meaning of that splendid word.<br/>
Its subtle music which few men have heard,<br/>
Though all may hear it, sounding through earth’s strife.<br/>
Its mountain heights by mystic breezes kissed<br/>
Lifting their lovely peaks above the dust;<br/>
Its treasures which no touch of time can rust,<br/>
Its emerald seas, its dawns of amethyst,<br/>
Its certain purpose, its serene repose,<br/>
Its usefulness, that finds no hour for woes,<br/>
This is my dream of Life.</p>
<p class="poetry">Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of
Love<br/>
As radiant and brilliant as a star.<br/>
As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar<br/>
Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.<br/>
<SPAN name="page33"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>Strong as
the tempest when it holds its breath,<br/>
Before it bursts in fury; and as deep<br/>
As the unfathomed seas, where lost worlds sleep,<br/>
And sad as birth, and beautiful as death.<br/>
As fervent as the fondest soul could crave,<br/>
Yet holy as the moonlight on a grave.<br/>
This is my dream of Love.</p>
<p class="poetry">Yes, yes, I dream. One oft-recurring
dream<br/>
Is beautiful and comforting and blest,<br/>
Complete with certain promises of rest,<br/>
Divine content, and ecstasy supreme.<br/>
When that strange essence, author of all faith,<br/>
That subtle something, which cries for the light,<br/>
Like a lost child who wanders in the night,<br/>
Shall solve the mighty mystery of Death,<br/>
Shall find eternal progress, or sublime<br/>
And satisfying slumber for all time.<br/>
This is my dream of Death.</p>
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