Classic Poem

I dreamed of Paradise, — and still,
Though sun lay soft on vale and hill
And trees were green and rivers bright,
The one dear thing that made delight
By sun or stars or Eden weather,
Was just that we two were together.

I dreamed of Heaven, — with God so near!
The angels trod the shining sphere,
And each was beautiful; the days
Were choral work, were choral praise:
And yet in Heaven's far-shining weather
The best was still, — we were together!

I woke, — and lo, my dream was true,
That happy dream of me and you!
For Eden, Heaven, no need to roam, —
The foretaste of it all is Home,
Where you and I through this world's weather
Still work and praise and thank together.

Together weave from love a nest
For all that 's good and sweet and blest
To brood in, till it come a face,
A voice, a soul, a child's embrace, —
And then what peace of Bethlehem weather,
What songs as we go on together!

Together greet life's solemn real,
Together own one glad ideal,
Together laugh, together ache,
And think one thought, " each other's sake,"
And hope one hope, — in new-world weather
To still go on, and go together!