56 



Bird Day Book 



IN DREAMS 



I HEAR as in a dream the robin's call, 

 The lazy bee low droning to its lair ; 

 See hollyhocks beside the garden wall, 



And creeping vines meandering everywhere. 



As in a dream I hear the brooklet sing 

 Its way along the meadow where I stray 



To watch the bobolinks on airy wing 

 Soar upward at the rosy dawn of day. 



I dream my way along the woodland path 

 Where yesterday the Indian camp upreared; 



And later, asters like an aftermath 



Of summer blossoms, starry-eyed, appeared. 



Still dreaming, 'neath the hazy mystic veil 

 Fair Indian summer spreads o'er all the land, 



I press my way along this woodland trail 

 Seeking God's handiwork to understand. 



We dream our way to happiness, I wean ; 



And here beside the firelight's cheerful glow 

 I live again in each familiar scene 



That made me happy in the long ago. 

 — Helen M. Richardson. 



m<9 



