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Show The Valley of Unrest. Frank L. Stanton in Atlanta Constitution. I. This is the valley of sweet unrest, Where we dream the dreams that we love the best, 'Neath a dying sun in a darkening west; And after the dreams We wake in pain, And pray to God To dream again In the dim, deep valley of sweet unrest! II. This is the valley of sweet unrest; The child, in a dream, seeks the mother's breast, nd the lips of Love to our lips are pressed. And we wake and weep That the dreams are vain, And cry to God To dream again In the desolate valley of sweet unrest. III. Alas, for the valley of sweet unrest! ' ' To live for a dream in the dream unblest The locks of Love by a dream caressed! ', Never the dew I Of the bloom to drain, Famished for sunlight And starved for rain, With that sigh of eternity "God knows best!" i |