Poem May 26, 1951 Issue

DREAM SHADOWS

Alice E. Tonking

I dreamed my purse was empty—nothing knowing
Save insecurity and lack and strain.
I woke and saw Love's coffers overflowing,
And I was rich again.

I dreamed with cruel fetters pain had bound me,
Mocking my vain attempts at liberty.
I woke to feel Love's healing arms around me,
And I was whole and free.

I dreamed my brother's love had turned to hating,
And empty, aimless, seemed my life to be.
I woke to see the man of God's creating,
His hand outstretched to me.

I dreamed a dream of war and desolation,
As tyranny and strife held sway alone.
I woke! And nation lived at peace with nation,
And Love was on the throne.

Alice E. Tonking

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