Classic Poem

In sorrow, sinking into sleep,
And dream-beguil'd, at dead of night,
I woke to souls that do not weep,
And to a day of glorious light.

There Love by loss was yet ungrieved,
And Hope had never lost her hold,
And Trust had never been deceived,
And ever warless Life wore old.

But sooner far than I would choose
From that fair life to come away,
I woke, and sad was I to lose
That happy dream-day for the day.

Yet, in a higher life than this,
We trust that souls will more than seem
So good and happy, in a bliss
Then true, and not a fleeting dream.