PACIFIC STATES FLORAL CONGKESS. 

 5. 



The wind that blows through winter dreams has brought 



The incense of the pines, 

 That tower on the peaks whose crests have caught 



A radiance half divine 

 From suns that sink beneath a sea that seems 



Like an inverted sky. 

 Ah, I have seen it all in pleasant dreams, 



To come true by and by ! 



And odors from your orange groves have blown 



Across long leagues of space. 

 And I, who dreamed, have gathered fruitage grown 



In Eden's garden-place. 

 The golden apples of Hesperides 



Have fallen at my feet; 

 Our hillsides sloping towards the summer seas. 



Ah, but these dreams were sweet ! 



Then, from my dreaming I would wake to hear 



The stormy north wind blow, 

 And look upon a world wrapped far and near 



In winding-sheet of snow. 

 But in my windows, flowers in bravest bloom 



Held winter's wolves at bay, 

 And kept the summer prisoner in the room 



Through all the icy day. 



8. 



You may not hear my voice or see my face 



At your fair feast of flowers, 

 But you may feel my presence in the place, 



All the delightful hours. 

 And as you read the messages from God, 



Sent earthward in the rose, 

 And all dear flowers that spring from earth's green sod, 



Be sure the absent knows. 



