Vermont watchman and State journal. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1836-1883, 1858-07-16
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DREAM.1AND.
BY Ms cAnoLINn a. nAwLEY.

ALBANY, NY
Del the cold Metal iv the Aiininu II the Aba,
Female Academy
Down a silent, tidclcss river.
Which we morialshaye named Sleep,
Floats my soul all wrapi in slumber,-
Floats adown It's waters deep;
On, and on il driftcth slowly
With no sight, or shape around,
through the silence and She darkness,
And the mystery profound
As the thistlc-down. wind waited,
tloatcth without power or will
So my soul floats DER that river
O'cr It's depths so dark aud still,
Till like summer dawn there riseth
Der the dark golden light.
And through shadowy- buildcd portals,
She boholds that region bright.
Oh the glory Of the Dream land
Who the tale shall dare to tell,
or the strange and mystic beauty
That within 1t e'ot doth dwell
or the sights and sounds mysterious,
of the shapes that through &c glide,
With the old beloved faces.
Yet so strangely glorhcd'
OF It's treasures, weird yet lovely
Like The sccrut6 Of tie sea;
Mortal eve may never fathom
All its bcautcous mystcrvf
Far beyond our sunny EaIthland,
Spreads this country fair, serene,
Through the cloud % sunset of-tmes,
Are lis golden yistas seen -
Through the clouds that high and snow-tipt,
Hide its portals from our sight,
Save when souls are borne beyond them
On the thought-wings Of the night,
Mist cnyclopcd, and surrounded,
Dim its valleys stretch away,
Dewey silence, on is bosom
Now mystic veil doth Jay.
Slope afar, the ,hadowy mountains,
And go drcamli lht faint and fade,
While the darkling lsrost branches,
Never into song are swavcd,
In that mystic hod OF shadows
Cleaning cities proudly rise.
From The plain and from The hillside,
Looking TO the dreamy skies.
Through their glittcring palace highways,
Flows a stream Of phantom life;
10 the forms Of dead and living
Mingle IN their busy strife.
And from ont their tide flash faces
MOI RAUL. and uncauhiy sweet,
Silent pass the mystic comcrs
Through the Drcam-land, cities fleet.
Bu' from that cnchanicd CITY,
Now my soul doth onward 70 de-
Until bright before me sprcadcih,
Dsram-lauds lovclincss and pride;
Md the clouds, that clasp cncircling,
Like gem in setting rare,
Peaceful lies the stilly country,
With lis wales and hilliops fair
Brighter than the earth. Is Drcamland,
For spell is Ger 10 cast
That within i;s sheen and shadow,
Blends the future, and the past
Aud each fill aud forest strcamlci,
That among its shades doth flow,
Mnrmufs with It, gentle cldcncr
AlI sweet thoughts u long nro.
Often, through that silent country
In mystic maye Of dreams,
Have wandered in It's forests,
And besides It's rushing streams;
Wandered in the Dream land forests
In their drpths, with shadow gray.
Listened 10 b. winds wild music,
Watched ihc branches graceful sWayi
Listened to the wind that ever
Haunts these wood aislcs dcep and dim,
With its music, sweet us echoes
on the angels hap-sNcpt hymn;
While the tfccs, down dagssomc bending,
Whispered 10 my soul strange words,
Briaht hopes flew into the FUTURE
Like flock Of white winged birds
And the turmoil and die sorrow
OF cnrth. faded s0fi away,
Aud this lie unto nay spiit,
Seemed one fair droam-wnrcn day.
OH the rushing streams OF Droam-lnndl
Sunlight kissed, that ever glide,
Through that distant country, sweeping
With a foaih white, flashing tide.
on my dreaming soul hath maryclcd,
Al their course Of mystery,
Flowing, falling, through the silence
To an unknown shoreless sea,
Ger their rocky banks. the branches
Listen to their wondrous song,
And the pcrfumed wings Of blossoms,
On their current foat along;
With glimpse Of sun and shadow,
Purple sky and drifting cloud
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