OUT of the sleep of earth, with visions rife
I woke in death's clear morning, full of life ;
And said to God, whose smile made all things bright,
That was an aweful dream I had last night.                                              ELLA WHEELER WILCOX.

The Chap-Book 5.7 (Aug. 15, 1896): 289.

Courtesy of John M. Freiermuth.

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