DREAMING TRUE.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 17756, 28 January 1926, Page 10

DREAMING TRUE.

(By Mavis Clare.)

One of the loveliest plays of its kind is “ Peter Tbbetson,” with its storv of faithful lovers rent apart bv Destiny, to spend their severed lives in “ drearning true.” There are people who would have us believe that life is but a dream. Some of us know the dream has its awakening;. But whatever our faith, if life’s realities press too hardlv upon us, we can escape them in golden hours when once we learn the magic of “ dreaming true.” Those dreams are not dreams of ■worldly power or aggrandisement, for such bring little of balm or healing to a wounded heart. But the dreams that are kindled on the altar of love and beauty, and an abiding faith in both these gifts, are the “ true dreams,” and they are ours for the taking. Dawn and sunset, the written word, a baby's smile, the look in the eves of a comrade, the invisible pipes of Pan in a springtime wood, one little act o( loving kindness—speh is the magic that teaches poor humanity the mystic happiness of “ dreaming true.” Dream on! For there will come a day when you will ask vour secret heart “ May it not be that the moments of dreaming are the reality and that the cruelty, the bitterness and the. pain of life are but an evil dream ? " And if your heart makes answer bravely, then you are dreaming true!