The White Pine news. [volume] (Ely, Nev.) 1906-1910, 1907-09-23
THE DREAMER OF DREAMS.

And gaZed a moment at his face
So cold and still, yet with a smile
That told his spirit was at peace.
The knell was rung and many wept
When to the waiting hearse
The bearers bore the form of clay,
The pastor chanting scriptura
verse.
=. he open grave had soon received
The form that "a. the throng had
known.
Dreamer of Dreams was the cpl
taph
The sculptor had carved on the
stone.
Dreamer of Dreams was the judg-
ment passed
By those who had known him
many years.
Dreamer of Dreams "-ah, yes, he
was,
But his dreams uad never caused
Others tears.
ii.
They remembered we'll how he had
In his daily walk through the
His faded clothes and the outworn
hat,
And the shoes with the heels run
| down.
They could hear again the tap of his
| cane
| And remembered his CHEEKY face
AS he watched the children at their
games,
And slackened his hobbling pace.
The boys and girls each loved the old
man
For his words SO gentle and kind
But they did not know, nor could
comprehend
The dream that was in his mind.
He dreamed as he passed, of his chill
dren dear,
Though he had no kith nor kin
And never had wed. through the
rooms of his heart
Children passed out and in.
Though he lived alone in little cot
The little ones of his dreams
Would laugh and shout, and their
sparkling eyes
Flashed with the starlight's
CLEANS.
His cot was small and his room was
No coverings on the floor:
But the aged dreamer was satisfied
And did not wish for more.
In his evening hours when the lights
grew dim
He dreamed of comfort and ease,
OF a goodly home. of luxury.
And all that the heart would
please.
He dreamed of music, and in hi
dreams
,
The sweetest, gentlest strains,
Rang in his soul, and with inward ca
He heard angelic refrains.
He dreamed of art, of pictures rar'
Painted by master-hands;
!, Though his walls were bare, in hi
heart-rooms he had
Art treasures from many lands.
He dreamed of travel, but stayed a
home
And in fancy crossed the main,
: Saw strange lands and people odd
l And wandered home again.
".
, Though the aged man with whitetne'
t hair
Had nothing of earthly treasure,
2 ne had that within greater thai
wealth,
A blessing wealth could not meas
ure.
: When all alone his heart would thrill
Uplifted by inspiration,
l He sought later to share with other
about
A part of his souls elation.
His daily dreams of happiness
Which seemed his religion ant
creed
, He sought to convey to othof heart
, And to fill their crying need.
, His dreamy life, like battered harl
, In the hands of inspired player
Rang with subtle tone and harmon,
| Like strains of a living prayer
, The fact that Life, in its pushin,
Had never brought the Ideal,
, Did not mar his peace nor disturb
his thoughts
/ For him the visions were real
".
, When at the end Death came to hin
A smiling angel of light,
He dreamed that all of his dream
had come true
In his heart was calm delight,
His face wore smile of happiness
AS he folded his hands on hi
breast,
And he went to sleep in the angel
, arms,
Contented and at rest.
ney buried him then, meath the elm
trees shade
In the churchyard over the way,
And remembered long the old man
smile
, And his dream of the brigh
''Someday"
Inc sculptor carved an epitaph
On the marble so milky white,
A tribute given by loving hearts,
An angel of starry light
Sometimes is seen lowering near,
Whose raiment glistens and gleam
AS though guarding from harm thu
lowly grave
OF the happy Dreamer o
Dreams. C. II. P.