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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