THE LOVELY LAND OF DREAMS.
There is a land where fancy's twining
Her flowers around life's fading tree,
Where light is ever softly shining,
Like sunset o'er a tranquil sea.
'Tis there thou dwell'st in beauty's brightness,
More fair than aught on earth e'er seems:
'Tis there my heart feels most of lightness.
There, in the lovely land of dreams!
'Tis there, in groves, I often meet thee.
And wander through the sylvan shade,
While I, in gentlest accents, greet thee,
My own, my sweet and constant maid.
There, by some fountain fair reposing,
Where all around so tranquil seems,
We wait the golden evening's closing,
There, in the lovely laud of dreams.
But when the touch of earthly wnking
Hath broken slumber's latest spell,
Those fabled joys, of fancy's making.
Are in my heart remembered well.
The day, in all its sunshine-splendor,
Less fair to me than midnight seems,
When visions shed a light more tender,
Around the lovely land of dreams!