Poems (Baldwyn)/Lines (The dreams of earth obscure our joy)

by Augusta Baldwyn

For works with similar titles, see Lines.

LINES.

The dreams of earth obscure our joy,
 Else peace and joy might ever reign;
So idle sounds sweet melody
 When soft it echoes o'er the main.

Begone! begone, ye earth-born dreams!
 And let my spirit mount on high;
Nor weary me, ye vain proud schemes,—
 My home, my portion, is the sky.

Oh! shall the fading things of Time
 Draw down the soul that should be free?
There all is holy, great, sublime,
 Immortal joys,—eternity!