and more sweet than music, things which no A DREAM 



• OF BEAU1 



human tongue can tell. Man in that land is 



good, noble, and generous. Perfidy, incon- 

 stancy, old age, death, or "forgetfulness which 

 is the death of the heart," are unknown there. 

 Life is more happy there than here dreams can 

 aspire to be. There "love in song and beauty 

 never dies." Beautiful dream! Happy far- 

 away land ' 



May we hope to find it ? Or will the glowing 

 light that "keeps itself warm in the heart of 

 my dreams" at last fade away into ashen 

 gray — "the last still loveliest till 'tis gone, and 

 all is grey" ? 



There are times when the fear of it falls like 

 a deep shadow upon the heart. There are 

 times when drought falls upon our garden of 

 dreams, and the blossoms of hope and faith 

 droop. But the rains are sure to come again, 

 and the very persistency of the dream argues 

 its right to expect fulfilment, just as to Brown- 

 ing— 



"All partial beauty was a pledge 

 Of beauty in its plenitude." 



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