THE LAST JOURNEY
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One night when in a youthful dream, I saw a moonlit sea, And sailing o'er its dark expanse, A ship of mystery. The lonely traveler seemed to be On some great mission bound, As o'er the darkened waters It sailed without a sound. Long years have passed; old age has come: The fire of life is low. Again I think of that strange dream Of youth so long ago. And in the ship that swiftly sailed That silent moonlit sea, I seem to see a storm-tossed soul Bound for eternity. Now to my mind this sweet dream comes, A peaceful memory, For soon I'll be A YOUTH again, With Immortality! |