The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1910-06-15

And confident, that what the future
yields
Will be the right, unless myself be
wrong.
Dreamers of Dreams.
by Anna " Connelly]
Oh the witchery OF the land of
dreams, how pleasant to live in it's
magic realm, to revel in it's meadows
enamelled with the flowers of hope
and promise, to drink at the fountains
of perpetual JOY, to eat of the golden
fruit plucked from the ever-laden
trees and to bask in the sunshine of
its ever smiling king of day!
"Tis there from the toll and trouble
Which haunts this dull world of strife,
| launch forth in the bright ship of
fancy,
And sail to this island of life"
Stand on the shore of an ocean or
the bank Of a river at sunrise. and
watch the placid face of the water be-
come first tinted with roseate hue.
then turn into flame of molten gold.
and as each wave rolls to the shore,
break into shower of sparkling
crystals, and YOU will murmur in this
moment of rapture
Teach me thy gladness, thy care
free joy,
Teach me thy frolics. o wave so coy;
Take hence my soul, let it ride with
Gay on thy mightiest wave, o seal
So it is with man. In the magic
glass of dreamland, shadows of the
future float by, the mirage of thu
cherished ideals. the CLEAN of rain
bows ever Turing the fancy onward !;
bright faces, kind voices, all, all are
there
But undertones are in each, that say
The dreams of earth are many, but
would you dream of heaven? Bend
over the cradle of sleeping innocence
see the smile lighting those baby lips
and you will think with Moore, that
Angels are whispering TO the little
sleeper there; or go into church
when benediction of the Blessed Sac
rament is being given. the awe-struck
worshipper bowed in silent alteration
the CLEAN of starry lights, the smoke
of incense floating in the air, the
silver sound of the bell. the sight OF
the Eucharistic God uplifted in bene
diction, as the voices of the singers
die away and the hearts of Christ and
the christians meet there and only
there on earth. if ever the dream OF
heaven occupies the senses of man
this must be the trysting place where
"A hush is heard: and trembling lips
now cease,
The low soft murmur that was breath
ed in PRAYER.
A silence reigns: in every weary heart
is peace,
The breath of heaven stirs the spirit
there"
Warriors have gazed long into this
magic glass. and there beheld the
world subjugated to their control; the
phantoms of future battles were ever
ever nesting in their creative fancies
but
"Alasi it's hard when our beautiful
dreamings,
That fash down the valley of Night
Wave their wing when the gloom
hides their cleaning
And leave us like eagles in fight
The dagger of Brutus ended the
dream of Caesar. Alexander found
his destiny in the fever districts of the
east. while Napoleon's rude awaken
ing took place on a waste island in
the Indian seas-truly they could say
Our desires went beyond our des
tinies.'
Poets too live in this region of en-
chantment, they drink deep OF the
limpid waters. and breathe the frag
rant odors of thought-scented flowers
Ever across their souls,
The wondrous mystery OF the dark Of
bright
In mystic rhythm rolls"
BY giving the world their dreams II
poetry, many writer's nov resting il
unnoticed graves, were the means Of