POETRY.
DREAM-SHIPS.
every night at six o'clock, As punctual aa the postman's knock, Our dream-ships -from the dreamland seas Sailed back upon a homeward breeze, Bearing piled high in every hold The treasures that our dreams•foretold, Books and soldiers, dolls and guns, A.nd chocolates and .currant buns; How happy would be every face!
This world would seem a different place!
And yet, if, laden stern to stem, They never failed at six p.m.
To wander back to me and you, And each and every wish came true, And ne'er a vessel rams to harm, The thing in time would lose its charm, And wonder light and glad surprise Would fade away from children's eyes, ,And we might even sit and long For something awful to go wrong,
If every night at six o'clock
Those dream-ships all sailed back to dock.
F. C. Pusan.
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