THE DREAM.
(A SONG.)"Oh! the dream within the dream."
ID you see the flowers, Dearest, Those wondrous flowers that grewOn the mossy bank we wandered o'er, Our bare feet in the dew?Did you hear the long loved voices, That dear remembered toneOf 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?
