Poems (Chitwood)/Dreaming
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DREAMING.
Dreaming, this delicious night.While the May-moon's eyes of lightSoftly. pensively, look throughEvening's cloister gates of blue;While the south winds, rustling, creepTo the nooks where blossoms sleep,Pressing on each folded lid,Kisses, through the day forbid;And beneath the starry beamsI have given my heart to dreams.
Not of snowy orchard-blooms,Wild bees sleeping 'mid perfumes Not of moss-embroidered brooksNot of violet-dotted nooks;Nor of homesteads, old and brown,Where the moonbeams shimmer down;Not of hills and grassy dales,Nor of fairy-haunted vales;Not of earthly birth the light,Crowning all my dreams to-night.
For my soul hath taken wings,Dreaming of celestial things,And the city seen of old,With its streets of shining gold,With its bright-haired seraphim;Where the day can ne'er grow dim,Where the light shines like a mistO'er the walls of amethyst,—A faint shadow of the lightGilds my happy dreams to-night.
I forgot my weary lot,All my struggles are forgot;Serpents coiled amid the flowers,Thorns that pierced in other hours,Hopes that perished all unblest,Friends who died when loved the best,Partings that the heart have crushed,Prayers rebellion's voice have hushed,—No dark ghost of sin and blight,Glideth through my dreams to-night.
Ah! 'tis sweet the cross to bear,Sweet to lift the heart in prayer,Sweet the faith without a fear,Love that bringeth heaven so near,Till o'er life's thorn-dotted wayBeams the dawn of perfect day;Till the path seems short and sweetLeading to the Saviour's feet.Oh, baptized in strength and light,Seems my inner soul to-night!
Dear one, through life's changeful way,Through its darkness, and its day,May we shun the ways of sin,May we strive the crown to win;Though our life-paths lead apart,Let this thought be in each heart.Soon will life be over, thenGladly we shall meet again,In the land whose starry lightGildeth all my dreams to-night.