Dreams.
Day-dreams and night-dreams,—
All the dreams you will;
Black dreams and bright dreams
Up and down the hill!
What if nights are gloomy?
What if days are sad?
Life is always bloomy
With the roses glad!
Day-dreams and night-dreams,—
All the dreams you will;
Love is there with kisses
Through the good and ill!
Love is there with music
And her heart so true,
And amid the shadows
Still the eyes of you!
Caught on the Fly.
Back-bone is the chief ingredient in the hash mixture of greatness.
There may be plenty of room at the top, but it's a mighty cold place to spend the winter.
Love never has time to spare from joy while she demands or listens to explanations of a fault.