When we have reached the Golden Strand

I know, you’ll surely understand.

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[Pg 30]

A DREAM

It was midnight. And those spirits

Who men’s destinies control

Were in solemn court assembled,

Waiting for the bell to toll

The final hour of the year;

And what happened you will hear:

Elves and gnomes and dwarfs came tripping

On the light fantastic toe,

From their distant caves and castles

In the land of ice and snow;

And the elf-king, white and hoary,

From his throne arose and spoke:

“Fellow spirits all, I greet you.”

(And just then old Father Time

Rang out the old year—1909.)

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