Hope For Dreams
Flowers of hope and hope for dreams,
Shed trust of hope for silly schemes;
When all the world is spinning around,
And trust and hope are lost not found.
As we strolled through the meadow rue,
When all was false and nothing true;
You turned your timid eye to gaze,
On trust and hope through misty haze.
Yet we are shadows that waste away,
Souls that know not how to play;
For our body is gone but spirit is not;
And the sorrow is, we've never been taught.
On the street where dreams drift by,
Where children dance and mothers cry;
When silence rests so chill and deep,
To chasten death and lull to sleep.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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