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THROUGH ALL MY DREAMING, by                    
Last Line: Sounds a silver song.
Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares


Whether it be
In the crowded, lonely city's busy mart,—
Deep in yonder silent mountain's stilly heart,—
Where the caged bird his longing pours,—
Or where the high-hung eagle screams and soars,—
Whether it be
Where there flows the common gutter's guilty stream,—
Where the sunlit, holy fountains brightly gleam,—
Where o'er factories lower thick dusky fumes,—
Or where float, serene, fair Summer's plumes,—
Whether it be
Where wails of crushed humanity sound through the night,—
Or where laugh of leaf and water blend in deep delight,—
Through all my dreaming,
Through all life's seeming,
Sounds a silver song.

Woodland depths along
Sounds the clarion call;
Clear in street and hall
Silvery accents fall;—
"Right shall conquer Wrong;

Love shall claim anew his olden heritage,
Love shall write anew upon life's sullied page!"
Love of man for God, of man for man,
A love all but forgot when Greed began,
So long ago.
His own starry flower shall lift again its head
And afar its holy, healing fragrance shed,
When unthought, unheralded he comes,
Hearts and souls alone his fifes and drums,
Some Tomorrow,
When all sighs and tears and smiles are bound into a wreath,
Purple, white, and red, and laid his lofty shrine beneath.

Through all my dreaming,
Through all life's seeming,
Sounds a silver song.





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