What Kind Of Dreams We Dream

The world may find our actions out,

     Know what we do and say;

May put our good resolves to rout,

     And rule us day by day.

May bring a scowl upon our face

     Or cause the same to beam;

But no one can tell O, blissful spell!

     What kind of dreams we dream.

To us the land of dreams belong,

     We enter, pause and stay;

Our hearts burst forth in silent song,

     We dream dull care away.

The fates may weave their fatal webs,

     The world may plan and scheme;

But no one can tell O, blissful spell!

     What kind of dreams we dream.

Sept. 6, 1893

Pub.in Boston

Courier, April 8,

    1894