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THE DREAMS. .

WHEN I am sleeping I go in dreaMs

Far from the children an the man beside.

I meet with the dead and talk, doe strange it seems, Since I have forgotten that they ever died.

They imam in so quietly, the loved and lost, There is so much to say in a Short while-. Nowise strange it is that a dear ghost

Should be as- thelivinganchbe glad and smile.

In the old garden we go hand in hand.

When friends are long partedthere is lunch to say. Much to'be explaining and to understand. ' We walk in old gardens in a long-deitcl May,

.Breasting the hill we go: we skirt the wheat,. By houses and gardens 1 never knew.

All too fast the timegoes when Old friends Meet. Sure, I was starved for.you, and yon, and you.

Was / forgetting, then, the patient dead ?

Mercy of mercies that in dreams they live!

They clime seeking and finding me upon my bed. In dreams they comfort me, in &earns forgive.

They come to me in my dreams, not cold and lone.

Oh, never and ghosts they come to- fret my sleep, But just as I knew them in the diva long gone.

'Wheal wake holm my dreams I wake to weep. .

KATHARTNE TYNAN,