Across the Sea and Other Poems.

by Thomas S. Chard

And sometimes on the city's crowded street,
Where avarice meets in never-ending fray,
The roar of trafficking dies far away,
And round me blooms the Blessed Valley sweet.

Bright dreams of Heaven! alas, how soon ye fail,
And leave me to the empty ways of earth,
Whose treasures seem to me of little worth,
Since I have stood within the Blessed Vale.

End of Project Gutenberg's Across the Sea and Other Poems., by Thomas S. Chard