Savannah courier. (Savannah, Tenn.) 1885-1979, 1899-09-22
"RoRiN's RoosT,"

ight always be us sweet to YOU as it /
,ouay, and that the world might eve
oe as bright and beautiful. For yo,
the fowers are in full bloom, and tn
AR Is ourdened with songs for your de
nRnt Laughter is on Your lips, an,
love gladdensyo your hearts and fills then
with emotions which no tongue can ex
press To you every grove is a para
use on earth, and every grapevin,
swing is a sylvan chariot To you tn,
humming birds and butterflies are tn,
eherubim and seraphim of the meadows
All the springs that bubble among tn,
purple hills, and all the brooks tha
leap over the rocks and eddy among tn,
shadows sing to you of love. AL
things material become spiritual, ant
you live in the bright world of fame,
where rivers of dreams flow through
phantom landscapes of ineffable beauty
In this bright realm there is only room
Tor two-two sweethearts hand in hanc
ana heait to heart, two souls with but 6
single thought. No intruders are wei
come there; solitude and silence are tc
you like apples of gold in pictures of sill
YER. Every smile is seventh heaven
every loving look a glimpse of immor
tality, and every moment an eternity OF
happiness.
wish | could tell how YOU feel.
know, but cannot express it. You rise
from your slumbers in the morning and
feel sick, but it is a different kind OF
sickness from any you ever experienced;
you are sick, but it is sort of sweet
pain about your heart, and sweet,
sickening, honeylilSc aching of your
brain. 1t is an indefinable wish which
makes you nervous and absent-minded.
Your soul is constantly stopping over
with poetic thoughts which you cannot
imprison within the narrow confines of
human language: your heart is a pop
lar blossom of emotions, and your head
Is beehive of sweet thoughts; yourap-
petite has deserted you, and you are
pale around the gills;" your spirit
feels lasso around its neck, which
draws you out through the gate and
down under the trees to the spot where
you have met each other n thousand
times Now you are happy not wave
of trouble rolls across your peaceful
breast; and that's what's the matter
with Hannah" and that's what's the
matter with Hiram. 1t is delightful
spell of hallucination. He is the Hal"
and she is the Lucy" and when Hal"
meets Lucy" what else could there be
but hallucination? To his eyes her
ribbons are streaks of light, and to his
ears the "swish" of her skirt is like
unto the rustling of angels wings. To
her the fuzz on his upper lip is poem,
and his bestudded shirt front and high
standing collar cover "A multitude of
sins. To him she bundle of sweet
ness; to her he is beegum OF honey. To
him earth is clover blossom: TO her
the stars are q bunch of daises To
both all nature is heaven, and all of life
is tomorrow.
Dream on, o sweet sweethearts
Dream in the leafy bowers of youth;
dream in the moonlight Of romance;
dream in the sunshine of sentiment in
the fruited and lowered gardens of ex-
ubcrant young life. Dream while yet
you dwell among the opium-scented
poppies of love in the careless, happy
realm of sweethearts. Dream on, nor
seek to wake too soon; for the flowers
will shed their bloom at your feet, the
leaves will withcr and fall around you
and the spring and summer of loves
young dream will soon pass away. The
ideal will melt into the real the daisies
and clover blossoms will soon be hay,
and the silked and tasseled corn will
soon turn to fodder and ''roas'n' ears. :"
Where now the happy twain are wont
TO stroll, down among the daffodils and
pansies, he will soon be strollng be-
tween plowhandles in the new-made
furrow, breathing the sweet aroma of
the new-plowed ground, and dreaming
of corn dodgers in the fall. She will
desert her balcony to bend over the
washtub on the back porch, and while
She washes his studless and collarless
linen, she will sadly sing:
What peaceful hours once enjoyed
How sweet their memory still
The shadows will soon be reversed, and
all of life will be yesterday, except the
house rent and grocery bills, and taxes
which will be due tomorrow. Today
ne has red hair and white teeth; tomor-
.ow he will have white hair and no
.eeth. Today she has blue eyes and
ed lips; tomorrow she will have blue
ips and red eyes.
Dream on, O sweet sweethearts!
Your dreams arc now perfumed with |
oy and tinted with hope; but you will
wake TO the realities of beefsteak and
,nions and the struggle for hash.
Dream on, and rejoice in the companions
hip of the lipnets and orioles; you will
Don prefer the society of your pigs and
chickens. and the bleating of your
heep and billy goats.
Many things which now seem sweet
viii soon turn sour. You will go out of
he ideal into the real. But no matter /
the flowers fade and beauty van
shes; no matter if the phantoms OF
,outh take wings, and all its feeting |
pleasures evaporate; no matter II cares
nd troubles spgsi no matter if your !
Ayintroduo.,
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