| Safe on the Dreamland Shore,
Bathed by its dream-tossed tide; Resting his dream-dipped oar There at the dream-sea side; Baby has left his play, Lured on by dreamland lore, Till he is far away, Safe on the Dreamland Shore. Now where the dream-bells chime, Softly from dream-lit towers; Heedless of dream-winged time, Soothed by dream-scented flowers; Rest, little boatman, rest, Half way to Heaven once more; Thou art the dream-god's guest, There on the Dreamland Shore. Stay till the morning breaks, Breaks from the bars of night; Stay till the robin wakes, Wakes with the new born light. Then lift thine anchor aft, Then raise thy canvas fore, Dream-winds thy sails will waft Back from the Dreamland Shore. __Harry Edward Mills. |
Select Sunflowers
Harry Edward Mills
(Fort Scott: Sunflower Press. 1901)
Pages 56-57
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