DREAMLAND.
In our dreamland we are soaring
’Mong the stars, above the clouds,
Naught seems strange, our dress is moonlight;
Not one grief our heart enshrouds.
In this dreamland not one sorrow.
All the world is filled with joy.
There is naught but sweet contentment,
All is peace with no alloy.
’Mong the clouds we e’er are soaring,
All the heavens we control.
Stars, and planets, are our footstools
In the dreamland of the soul.
Butterflies are our companions,
Singing birds make love for aye.
Chariots are drawn by fire-flies;
And ’tis sunshine every day.
When we wake, our dreams all vanish.
We are in the work-day world.
We are simply common mortals;
From the uplands we are hurled.
Vanished now is shadowy dreamland;
Most prosaic is the dawn.
Chariots are common waggons,
Not by fireflies are they drawn.
There are clouds, and rain is falling.
Trouble meets us everywhere.
We must battle with conditions;
Many griefs we now must bear.
But we dream, e’en though not sleeping,
Nothing ever us debars,
Nothing seems to us unreal,
Though we soar above the stars.