TWO DREAMERS
TWO dreams came down to earth one night
From the realm of mist and dew;
One was a dream of the old, old days;
And one was a dream of the new.
One was a dream of a shady land
That led to the pickerel pond,
Where the willows and rushes bowed themselves
To the brown old hills beyond.
And
the people that peopled the old time dream
Were pleasant and fair to see,
And the dreamer he
walked with them again
As often of old walked he.
Oh, cool was the wind in the
shady lane
That tangled his curley hair!
Oh sweet
was the music the robins made
To the springtime everywhere!
Was
it the dew the dream had brought
From yonder midnight skies,
Or was it tears from the
dear, dead years
That lay in the dreamer's eyes?
The other dream ran
fast and free,
As the moon benignly shed
Her golden grace on the smiling
face
In
the little trundle-bed.
For 'twas a dream of times
to come -
Of the glorious noon of day -
Of
the summer that follows the careless spring
When
the child is done with play.
And 'twas a dream of the busy world
Where valorous deeds are done;
Of battles fought in the cause of right,
And of victories nobly won.
It breathed no breath of the dear old home
And the quiet joys of youth;
It gave no glimpse
of the good old friends
Of the old-time faith and truth.
But 'twas a dream of youthful hopes,
And fast and free it ran,
And it told to a little sleeping
child
Of a boy become a man!
Theses were the dreams came one night
To earth from yonder sky;
These were the dreams two dreamers
dreamed,
My little boy and I.
And in our hearts my boy and I
Were glad that it was so;
He loved to dream of days to come,
And I of long ago.
So from our dreams my boy and I
Unwillingly awoke,
But neither of his precious dream
Unto
the other spoke.
Yet of the love we bore these dreams
Gave each his tender sign;
For there was triumph in his eyes -
And there were tears in mine!
I don't know who wrote this but it is
a wonderful poem.
