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TOUSTONIA, 
HovusTONIA C:RULEA. 
® Contentment. 
I DREAMED of a lonely and lovely glen; 
There was a clear and beautiful sky, 
Such as is seen in the blue July ; 
To the north, was a forest of darkling pine; 
To the south, were hills all green with the vine, 
Where the ruby clusters sparkled like gems’ 
Seen upon princely diadems ; 
On the rocks, were goats as white as snow, 
And the sheep-bell was heard in the valley below; 
And, like a nest, in the chestnut’s shade, 
As just for love and contentment made, 
A little cottage stood, and the tree 
Shadowed it over most gracefully ; 
A white rose grew up beside the door, 
The porch with the blossoms was covered o’er. 
Methought it was yours — you were standing by ; 
‘You welcomed me, and I felt your sigh 
‘Warm on my cheek, and our lips met, — 
On mine the touch is thrilling yet! 
But, alas! I awakened, and all I can do, 
Is to tell the sweet dream, my own love, to you! 
L. E. Lanpon. 
