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THE LURE OF DREAMS
What is thy goal?
What is the course that shall save thee thy soul?
Hear’st thou, where in rapture quiring,
With other maiden voices blending,
Yearning hers soars up, aspiring,
Toward the bliss that is unending?
Sorrows crushing
Are the water-springs low-singing,
Radiant gushing,
All their dews as offerings bringing.
Life and strength alike thou hast wasted,
Of craft and vengeance the bitterness tasted ; —
Peace thou hast sought for,
Fumbling with blood-stained hands hast fought for;
Impulses driving
Urge but to evil and death-empty striving.
No!
Way is there none
That leads to the goal to thy vision shown.
See how for thee she is praying,
On her bended knees now planted!
“In his sinful pathway straying,
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Be to him salvation granted!” ...
How unfailing
O’er all sinful dreams prevailing,
See her raising
Hands to God, rapt upward gazing:
“Saviour, God, do not forsake me,
For Thee yearning, to Thee take me!”
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