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Copyright, 1897. 
 
 BY 
 
 WILDIE THAYER. 
 
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 To the Reader. 
 
 Songs of sunrise break the stillness, 
 
 Banish dreams of night, 
 Be like dainty morning-glory, 
 
 Humble in the light. 
 
Contents* 
 
 PAGE, 
 
 The Dream-ship 7 
 
 To-day 9 
 
 An Emblem 9 
 
 Prayer ..... 9 
 
 Aurora io 
 
 The Sun n 
 
 Possession 12 
 
 Light 14 
 
 Dewdrops 15 
 
2be Dreanusbip* 
 
 Restfully glided the dream-ship 
 On the ocean of mystery deep, 
 
 Set sail, and silently floated 
 O'er the quiet, black waters of sleep. 
 
 Some knew not the vessel war passing, 
 But dreamlessly rested and slept'; 
 
 And some heard the lull of the waters, 
 And wakefully listened and wept. 
 
 Its dark sails were jeweled with star- 
 light, 
 
 Were widely and brightly unfurled ; 
 While the waves of the Lethe-dark waters 
 
 Were murmuring rest to the world. 
 
 But some caught the dreams as they 
 floated ; 
 
 One dreamed that an angel was near, 
 One entered the portals of heaven, 
 
 And soul-thrilling music could hear. 
 
Another was carried in spirit 
 To all that ambition could give, 
 
 Another was greeted by dear ones, 
 Who only in dreamland could live. 
 
 Still on passed the dream-laden vessel, 
 And scattered abroad its supply ; 
 
 Some welcomed the visions it wafted, 
 Some shuddered to see them pass by. 
 
 But some saw only the furies, 
 And dreamed of the terrors of hell, 
 
 Not even the heavenly sunlight 
 These horrible dreams could dispel, 
 
 Night paled, the ship moved more faintly, 
 Yet smoothly it passed o'er the deep, 
 
 The moon bathed its face in the sunlight, 
 And rested ones wakened from sleep. 
 
 Sunlit waters surrounded the dream-ship, 
 Its star-spangled sails were withdrawn, 
 
 And, hoisting the sails of the sunrise, 
 'Twas lost in the harbor of dawn. 
 
Hail ! beautiful princess of dawning, 
 Your head is quite lofty and high, 
 
 For now is your life in its morning, 
 But, princess — at sunset you die. 
 
 an Emblem* 
 
 The deep and endless beauty 
 Of the pure blue sky above 
 
 Is an emblem ever present 
 Of the Saviour's love. 
 
 Glorious heaven is before you, 
 Banish, then, all earthly care ; 
 
 Angels are rejoicing o'er you, 
 Enter through the gate of prayer. 
 
aurora. 
 
 She comes from her shadowy chamber, 
 Robed in the crimson of morn ; 
 
 Down from her palace in heaven, 
 Aurora, goddess of dawn. 
 
 Bright is the way which she travels, 
 Hastily cloud-gates unfold ; 
 
 Her robe scatters dust as she journeys, 
 The dust is the brightest of gold. 
 
 Fair is this goddess of morning, 
 
 Brilliantly, dazzlingly fair ; 
 Her eyes eclipse the bright starlight, 
 
 Dew-diamonds gleam in her hair. 
 
 The flowers breathe a welcoming fra- 
 grance, 
 
 The birds sing their happiest song, 
 Everything sends forth a greeting 
 
 As Aurora passes along. 
 
 Even Sol, who was hiding in darkness, 
 Comes from his dungeon of night, 
 
 And smiles on the beautiful goddess, 
 Till all the world trembles with light. 
 
Cbe Sum 
 
 The glorious sun with splendor 
 
 The ocean vast can fill ; 
 Within the lake, the river, 
 
 It is reflected still ; 
 And yet its light is gleaming 
 
 Within the dewdrop small. 
 Sea, river, lake, and dewdrop, 
 
 It glorifies them all. 
 
possession. 
 
 It is morning ; I can see a 
 
 Carpet of the richest green, 
 On which brilliant diamonds glisten 
 
 With a clear and dewy sheen. 
 I see cups of flowers, in whose depths 
 
 Is a perfume rare, divine — 
 Carpet, diamonds, flowers, and perfume 
 
 All belong to me, are mine. 
 
 It is noonday ; all around me 
 Falls a shower of purest gold, 
 
 Gleaming o'er the world resplendent- 
 It is mine, this wealth untold. 
 
 Birds are singing with sweet music, 
 Which my soul within me lifts, 
 
 And I cry, " O heavenly Father, 
 Make me grateful for thy gifts." 
 
It is twilight ; through the silence 
 
 Comes a whispered vesper sweet : 
 " All the silver shower around thee, 
 
 All the jewels at thy feet, 
 All the perfect pictures yonder, 
 
 Everything which thou canst see, 
 All the wealth thy soul inhaleth 
 
 To enjoy, belong to thee." 
 
 It is night ; still sounds the vesper 
 
 " Look above, and happy be, 
 For those starry gems of beauty 
 
 Shining there belong to thee ; 
 Heaven itself is thine for asking, 
 
 Cease to sorrow or repine, 
 Glories fill the air around thee, 
 
 And this countless wealth is thine 
 
light 
 
 Light is unseen by you, though 'tis the 
 
 means 
 By which you see, by which all things are 
 
 seen ; 
 And could you see the light by which you 
 
 see 
 You'd heaven behold, for heaven is in the 
 
 light. 
 Light though unseen is real ; it teaches us 
 
 Reality of things unseen. 
 
Stand firm, erect, and face the light ; this 
 
 way 
 Now look, behind you is your shadow 
 
 thrown. 
 Then when you see earth's shadows ne'er 
 
 forget 
 They're formed by light, the glorious light 
 
 unseen, 
 But shadows are unreal and powerless. 
 Now stand directly underneath the light, 
 The shadow now is lost, o'erwhelmed by 
 
 light, 
 So lose thyself within the light of God. 
 
Angels 'round the throne of light 
 Are clothed in robes of spotless white. 
 Interwoven their garments through, 
 Glisten rare diamonds, pure of hue, 
 Which fall to earth as drops of dew. 
 
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