A Dream

TO MBS. II. L. S. "Our Ufe II two-fold; slep hath IU own world, A boundary between the thlngs mlsnamed Dea tli and ex uiciice ; sleep hath lts own world And a wlde realm oí reallty." - Byrott. Whal is a dreamT is lt some alrjr sprite i'liat uever vlslts us but lu the ulnul, Thai iicNiii-N clone uutll we almosi clasp, Tlieu mocklngly flees, to elude our gra&p. Or U lt gome nweel, intangible llitng, .V brealh or a touch of au angels wlng, A something thal comes, a heaveuly ray, l'o heul tue wouuds we hare suflured by day. The doctors may argue well the questioQ IoHlslltug thatdreauis come from Indigestión. Ur that iiftiliiiful repose ís only found, When dreums are uultnown aud sleep Is prolound, But I thlnk dreams are the koenest delighl, l'be spirit Is frce aud lakes lts tliglit, And reveis at will In a world oi lts own W here sorrow aud t, ouble are both uuknown. I had a dream a few nlguu ago, Why I should loll tl, I hardly kuow, Uulr lt was real, real could be Aud all ooncernlDgJustyou and me. II was charmlng uiishiny weather. And we wer back lu Hindsdale together; Above vs ere the Ught clouds pausiuu over vnd everywhere wns the fragrhnt lover, Roblns were slnglog In the oaks close by, " L.tlle brotuers voice was heard In reply. And all was qulet, aud calin and sweel, As I sal In the hammock at your (eet, Aud looked through ihe leaves to the sky go blue And I was content for I bad you. When Justtheu.a harsh voloe the sülluess broke, I turned arouud to listen, and- 'woke. O, my dearest frlend whom I love so well, l'h e pain of that awaklng I cannot teil. ill my pleabare always Ulusive be ? re love and happlues not for me? such dolful docliine I oannot recelve, My soul will sim hope, aud trust, and uelleve, Auu my Ufe which sometlmes ueems cold and gray, II trangmttted by hope'a prismatlc ray, Aud I kuow somewhere In a world oí bllgs, Will bc made complete, wbat's lost In tbi, Aud Ood, who has tauglit me U hope and trust, Will give me whatever Is best and lust.