Dreaming and Doing
The poet sang of patience;
So sweet seemed the song to me,
I vowed that never the hasty word
Should my guarded lips set free.
So sweet seemed the song to me,
I vowed that never the hasty word
Should my guarded lips set free.
But alas for human fraility,
Alas for a vexing day;
Ere the shadows fell, the impatient word
Had on mischief sped away.
Alas for a vexing day;
Ere the shadows fell, the impatient word
Had on mischief sped away.
But I knew a gentle woman,
Who was patient all day long;
Whose smile was bright with a heavenly light,
Whose life was one sweet song.
Who was patient all day long;
Whose smile was bright with a heavenly light,
Whose life was one sweet song.
The queen of my early childhood
With her crown of waving hair,
Lived out the dreams of a poet soul
In a cadence of beauty rare.
With her crown of waving hair,
Lived out the dreams of a poet soul
In a cadence of beauty rare.
Oh sweet, angelic spirit,
We would humbly learn of you:
We love to dream our beautiful dreams,
You lived to make them true.
We would humbly learn of you:
We love to dream our beautiful dreams,
You lived to make them true.
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