Show GLEAMS I 1 sat in the gloom one evening of an old church all alone hearing the music about me of 0 the sad winds monotone tho the wings of unseen spirits 1 I fancied in that still air I 1 could almost hear them rustling about me everywhere oh the shadows were deep and awful As I 1 sat tn in that place alone with no sound to break the stillness but the wind and the spirits moan when the walls about me faded As soft falleth an angels wing and I 1 thought in the dreamful silence allence I 1 could hear strange sing far tweeter sweeter than earthly music those wild ring strains I 1 hear whenever 1 the world about me Is sad or its skies shies are drear while out of the shadows about me of a sudden there had grows grown A taint faint white cloud of mist light in the place ot of the walls of stone I 1 caught one glimpse ere it vanished of a heaven of 0 which I 1 dreamed when darkness of 0 evening was tailing falling and shades in the twilight teemed I 1 can never describe that vision or confine aitto human worda wards but I 1 dream ot of it t when listening to music or song ot of birds and ever its ita memory will haunt me nor my hearts pain know surcease till about me that cloud has gathered in solid walls of peace no lesser loy joy may answer for the one my fancy dreamed when alone in the quiet shadows its light in the darkness gleamed I 1 may never again behold it tho the I 1 sit bit in the shadows alone but tho the echo ot of tho the music and the memory are my own CATHOLINE NICHOLSON |