THE LADIES.

Otago Witness, Issue 2004, 21 July 1892, Page 41

THE LADIES.

Bt Alicb. Th» world iv nd— the garden i* a wild, And man, the Hermit, al(bed, till woman imlltd. — -Cixr»tix. A Lie* will be pleased to moire Utter< from any correnpoad. c«U ou any matter of Interest to them, and to replj throu(h th« me ' Hum of this page, to* uom ds plume only of tho correipoMltßtl to be pubUibed. Letter! (• be addiewed " AJJoe," «ai» •* U# Editor. ANSWERS TO CORRESPONDENTS. Onlooker, Waipori. — You have not complied with the terms imposed in the notice at tho head of the descriptions of social. ties. Until this is done your description of the dance cannot appear. MY DREAM. I dream that I was restless, and I wandered Far from the world, beyond its toil and din To a bright land, tho land we oft have pondered, Where age is not, nor weariness, nor sin. it did not seem that I had come a stranger To gain a respite from an old despair, I was beyond the sense of loss and danger ; It seemed my rightful horne — for you wcro there. All fear and dread had fallen, and all blaming, I breathed without restriction pure delight, No need for subjugation and for taming, All here were royal, with a royal right. Each face had gained a lasting beauty, Each voice was tuned to p.erfcct tone, Each life was ruled by love— its only duty, And you wore there, I did not walk alone. Bright beings met us, and we long had known them, Our fair ideals, which had seemed to fade ; And roses bloomed, but you and I had sown them Long years ago in sorrow and the shade. We knew ourselves to be no longer seeking But to possess the birthright we had won, And none were there our perfect concord breaking. With hints of what to do or leave undone. Then in a moment I alone was walking, And still I knew my victory was won ; Old friends of many a year with me were talking. Bidding me welcome there, but you had gono. Then in a moment swift as thought could tako me I left the regions that were half divine. I wandered back wore wind and storm could shake me, For you wee there, and you were mine. The old sad earth had gained a sweeter fashion, The cross was hidden by a wreath of flowcvs, And then I knew in one great rush of passion That heaven was in this human love of ours. — Alice.