The weekly democratic statesman. [volume] (Austin, Tex.) 1871-1883, 1874-03-19

4utEflDeu 10 Dr. r. 4. Bryce. on lu1c1lOOe1t Ala
bamas In behalf d the little dreamer.
Ny spirit was weary, and covered my heart
With shadows 20 deathly and grim;
The great tears were yelling, and ready to ssart;
Ny brain was all heavy and dim
There was not q charm on the wildertng earth,
Yet eaFthward my spirit was turned;
Rebelous the thoughts which had sprung into birth.
And rankied TIE soul where they burned
Imormured that burdens should bind me and goad,
And ionged for the days left behind
Before, there lay bat a dim, tborny road,
For the sonl already 80 blind
What was life bat an Orphanige sad, and alas
A valley Of struggles and fears
Not even the sweetness which Bitterness has,
Bat al Of its slow dropping tears.
When. soft to my eide, In her snowy nightdress.
With her dark eyes shining with light
Ny little girl came with gentle earess
And smile which was more than bright
"oh, mamma, I've bad such a beautiful dream
VIII you stop and listen awhile p
Then she told It TO me, while the radiant CLEAN
Was 30 bright in her eye and her smile:
Last night, a. lay in the bed fast asleep,
dreamed Of the beautiful sky,
where they sing Away, and they never weep,
And, mamma, they never die.
! saw all the angels with white starry wings,
And their robes were flowing and white;
oh, there were 20 many wonderful things
All Of gold, and shining 80 bright
Dear papa was there with harp in his hand
And the song that he sang sounded near;
/ heard Il flow over the white golden strand,
And over the waters so clear
All in heaven were happy-Oh why do you weep,
For the angels and papa were glad p
wish you could zee them like / when asleep
You would not be weary and sad
"oh, mamma wasn't it a beautiful dream
To live In that beautiful place;
And shall not see the bright Heaven again,
When my dream shall have come TO pass
Shall I not be an angel, like papa Is now,
And walk by the gittering throne,
And wear the bright wings and Grown on my brow,
oh, mamma, a beautiful crowns
"And will you pleas write out the words Of my dream
And scRd them 10 him that we love;
Oh, tell him the things are all fair as they seem
In the sweet, shining HEAVEN above.
! know he viii smile when he watches the mound,
Which Is ours by the forest Of Pres
TO know that dead papa is living above
In his home where the day ever shines
Then swift came the words Of the prophet of old"
OF the angels which watch US below;
A mission they have, and my little girl told
Me their ministerng presence was true.
And knew that at last the sweet message was come
The roprooi to my faithess heart
A rainbow grew the shadows Of gloom,
And life had a holier part.
And as eombed out the bright plaits Of her hair
thought her an orphan no more
My heart spoke joyful thanksgiving and prayer
That the pain Of the struggle was DER
The Valley OF Achor had a door Of hope,
All my life more noble employ;
For though many days might tremble and grope-
should sec the White Mountains Of JOY.
Though other dark days may come quickly and fall
With their shadows so deathly and drear,
I'll bethink me OF this: how the bitterest gall
Was drunk when the angels were near.
And tn know that the night but foreshadows the day
And darkness but tells me the beam
OF the day star awaketh when at last shall say
at Is Katies beautiful dream"
And ask OF the Father the blessingO light
To fan on her innocent head,
Zen the crown OF the angels all shining and bright,
Which she when asleep In her bed.
Invisible hands thro' the dim day to lead,
In the darkness Of night the sweet CLEAN
From the wings Of the angels sent down from above,
Unfolding beautiful dream.
oalRireR County, Ttras.