On Christmas day, let happy dreams

Sparkle and flow like bubbling streams.

A MAIDEN'S DREAM

I often think and dream and ponder

Of things that I have seen,

And twist the real into a wonder

When men and birds convene.

If I could reach that star up yonder,

My soul would lift and preen;

If Summertime would always stay

My yard would be more green.

I see the airplane rise and soaring

On all bright days and fair;

The tiny specks go roaring out

Across the hills from care.

If my good pilot friend is landing

On some star world up there.

He might bring back some silver

Or flowers for my hair.

PROMISES

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