TWILIGHT DREAMS.

Otago Witness, Issue 2356, 20 April 1899, Page 61

TWILIGHT DREAMS.

Thero's a space just after sunset, 'twist the lightness and the dark, "When the gleams have almost vanished and the lights begin to spark; It's a sort of in the twilight, when the light and dark are enc — ; "When the evo has almost vanished, and the night has scarce begun. It is just a sort o£ bk-nding, half betwixt and I and half between, > i "When the two are in their faintest, and when neither can bo seen, "Tis the space between the spaces, the beginning of the eve, Ere tho dying, fading curtains of the gloaming take their leave. All the noises from the daytime are beginning now to lull; There's a hush upon our moments that is neither harsh nor dull; Thero's a dreamy, tender feeling that we know and feel and think 'Twixt tho day and night, time spaces that are verging on their brink. Thero are moments —oh, so happy! —'mid its gentle, golden gleams, And wo feel our heart-airings throbbing at thoughts of soft day-dicnnis. It is sweet to sit and watch it 'twixt the space of day and night, Ere tho/dying, fading curtains of the gloaming take their night. Oh, how many in a life-time to this little space ao go In tho curtains of the gloaming when their thoughts begin to flow Over past and vanished faces, over fair days that have been, Of misfortunes and of troubles that had pleasures in between? "We look back on things long vanished, and to-day we would beseech A disclosure of tho future that is farther o\U of reach, And we somehow feel so happy in this space of twilight dreams, Ere the dying, fading curtains of tho gloaming dip their glearua. Oh, beloved ones, from this sphere gone forth! Oh, songs wo can't efface! "Wo can picture happy visions 'tween the spaces of the space; Wo recall those strnins long silent, and the past before us shows, And for ono bright golden moment we are free from cares and woes; But it's sad to see it vanish, for its tiny little stay Is before the night's beginning, and the. ending of the day; But we'll live tho hours in patience, and we'll travel as of yore, Till tho dying, fading curtains of the gloaming come no more. —W. H. FAHEY. Dunedin, April 1899.

Our little boy was afflicted with rheumatism in his knee ; and at timo3 unable to put his foot to tho floor. "We tried in vain, everything we could hear of that we thought would help him. "We almost gave up in despair, when some one advised us to try Chamberlain's Pain Balm. Wo did co, and tho first bottle gave so much relief that we got a second ono, and, to our surprise, it cured him sound i and well.—J. T Bays, Pastor Christian • Church, Neodesha, Kan. For cole by all leadt ing chemists.