THE DREAM.
(A SONG.)"Oh! the dream within the dream."
ID you see the flowers, Dearest,Those wondrous flowers that grew
On the mossy bank we wandered o'er,
Our bare feet in the dew?
Did you hear the long loved voices,
That dear remembered tone
Of the angel of our childhood,
Who left us here alone?
That dear remembered tone
Of the angel of our childhood,
Who left us here alone?
Did you feel the gentle wooing,
The breeze that round us moved,
And seemed to softly whisper
Names that we once had loved?
The breeze that round us moved,
And seemed to softly whisper
Names that we once had loved?
