The Mouse
06-12-2003, 04:20 PM
A Dream
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me brokenhearted.
Ah! What is not a dream by day
To whom whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In truth’s daystar?
In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed-
But a waking dream of life and light
Hath left me brokenhearted.
Ah! What is not a dream by day
To whom whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream-that holy dream,
While all the world were chiding,
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding.
What though that light, thro’ storm and night,
So trembled from afar-
What could there be more purely bright
In truth’s daystar?