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The Golden Dream by Samuel Goodrich










The Golden Dream

by Samuel Goodrich


In midnight dreams the Wizard came,

And beckoned me away—

With tempting hopes of wealth and fame,

He cheered my lonely way.

He led me o'er a dusky heath,

And there a river swept,

Whose gay and glassy tide beneath,

Uncounted treasure, slept.

The wooing ripples lightly dashed

Around the cherished store,

And circling eddies brightly flashed

Above the yellow ore.

I bent me o'er the deep smooth stream,

And plunged the gold to get,—

But oh! it vanished with my dream—

And I got dripping wet!

O'er lonely heath and darksome hill,

As shivering home I went,

The mocking Wizard whispered shrill,

'Thou'dst better been content!'