Hold Fast Your Dreams

Hold fast your dreams!
Within your heart
Keep one still, secret spot
Where dreams may go,
And, sheltered so,
May thrive and grow
Where doubt and fear are not.
O keep a place apart,
Within your heart,
For little dreams to go.

Think still of lovely things that are not true.
Let wish and magic work at will for you.
Be sometimes blind to sorrow. Make believe!
Forget the calm that lies
In disillusiond eyes.
Though we all know that we must die,
Yet you and I
May walk like gods and be
Even now at home in immortality.

We see so many ugly things-
Deceits and wrongs and quarrelings;
We know, alas! we know
How quickly fade
The color in the west,
The bloom upon the flower,
The blomm upon the breast
And youth's blind hour.
Yet keep within you heart
A place apart
Where little dreams may go,
May thrive and grow.
Hold fast-hold fast your dreams!

~Louise Driscoll~

May you always

May you always have an angel by your side
Watching out for you in all the things you do
Reminding you to keep believing in brighter days and
Finding ways for your wishes and dreams to take you to beautiful places
Giving you hope that is as certain as the sun
Giving you the strength of serenity as your guide
May you always have love and comfort and courage
And may you always have an angel by your side.
May you always have an angel by your side
Someone there to catch you if you fall
Encouraging your dreams,Inspiring your happiness,
Holding your hand and helping you through it all
In all of our days, our lives are always changing
Tears come along as well as smiles
Along the roads you travel,
may the miles be a thousand times more lovely than lonely
May they give you the kind of Christmas gifts that never, ever end:
Someone wonderful to love and a dear friend in whom you can confide
May you have rainbows after every storm
May you have hopes to keep you warm,
And may you always have an angel by your side.

~author unknown~

A Love Symphony

ALONG the garden ways just now
I heard the flowers speak;
The white rose told me of your brow,
The red rose of your cheek;
The lily of your bended head,
The bindweed of your hair:
Each looked its loveliest and said
You were more fair.

I went into the wood anon,
And heard the wild birds sing
How sweet you were; they warbled on,
Piped, trilled the self-same thing.
Thrush, blackbird, linnet, without pause,
The burden did repeat,
And still began again because
You were more sweet.

And then I went down to the sea,
And heard it murmuring too,
Part of an ancient mystery,
All made of me and you.
How many a thousand years ago
I loved, and you were sweet--
Longer I could not stay, and so
I fled back to your feet.

A.W.E. O'Shaughnessy

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