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Show BESIDE THE GATE OF DREAMS. An idle youth one summer day Went wandering afield Nor east nor west on any quest That eye or thought revealed. But on and on through bloom and shine And down by shady streams, Through lane and wood, until he stood Beside the Gate of Dreams. What saw he there ? Nay, rather ask What saw he not and heard. Hath mind perceived ? Hath heart received ? Hath soul been deeply stirred By radiant things, by whisperings - From better lands, it seems? All these he saw and heard in awe Beside the Gate of Dreams. What brought he back that summer day From wandering afield? Naught he can show or tell, I know, Of things on earth revealed. But more than "old a million fold And all the world esteems He holds the day he strayed away Beside the Gate of Dreams. Clarence Ousley in Uncle Remus' Magazine. |