DREAM FACES

A Song altered considerably by Sir T, Sinclair. Dim shadows flit across this much loved room, The fire is dull and darkens like my doom. My heart recalls the happy days of yore, I dream, alas, of those who are no more. Beloved Dream-Faces, ye did bliss bestow Ah ! bring me back the days of long ago, Ye seem to tell me "we've not loved in vain. We're near you, darling, we'll soon meet again. » Once more I see, as in the distant years, ' Thee, dearest one, with thy kind smiles and tears, Again I seem to press thy loving hand. And with thee rest in joy's ideal land, ^Twas heaven on earth while I still lived with thee, But constant grief when Fate reft thee from me, Thy tender glance was like an angel's bright, Without thee life seems a perpetual night. Ye've vanished whom I love and I'm alone in life, Here I alas ! must wait till Death shall end this strife, Your sympathetic souls I trust in heaven I'll meet, No sorrow grieves there, 'tis of bliss the seat.

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