IllsEANlS.
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Oh! there is dream Of carly youth.
And il never comes again;
lis vision Of light, OF life, and truth,
That fits across the brain;
And love is the theme OF that early dream,
SO wild, so warm 50 new,
That IN an our after years deem,


That carly dream we rue.
Oh! there is dream f maturcr years,
More turbulent by far;
lis 4 vision Of blood, and of fwonlan's tears,
For the theme of that dream IS war:
And we toll in the field ofdanger and death,
And shout in the battle array,
Till We find that fame is a body less breath,
That vanishcth away. >.
OH there is dream Of hoary age.


'Tise vision Of gold in store
OF sums noted down on the iigurcdpagc,
To be counted DER and o'cr;
And we fondly trust in our glltterng dust.
Asarefuge from grief and pain,
Til o,lr limbs are laid in that last dark bed,
Where wealth Of the world is vain.
And is it thus from mans birth to his grave
In the path which all arc treading'
is there nought in that long career to save


From remorse and sclfupbraiding'
@ yes, there's dream SO pure, so bright,


That the being to whom it is given,
Hath bathed in sea Of living light


And the theme OF that dream IS Heaven.