Poetry of Kansas

The Woodman's Dream.

ON the bank of a flowing river,
     Far up 'mid the mountains green,
A woodman sighed for the prairies wide,
     And the cities he ne'er had seen.
Said the woodman, "I'm weary of mountains___
      I am sick of the river's flow;
But lo, I have been so long shut in,
     That I know not where to go."
On the banks of that murmuring river
      He dreamed a wonderful dream;
And an angel came, in an aureate flame,
      And stood by the flowing stream.
And the woodman said, "Oh, angel,
      I am old and the tide runs low,
But I want to go forth to the great, wide earth,
      Oh, show me the way to go.
"I want to behold the cities
      And the glories of other lands;"
But the angel was gone, and he woke at dawn
      In a city not made with hands.

__Albert Bigelow Paine.

Rhymes by Two Friends
Albert Bigelow Paine & William Allen White
(Fort Scott: M. L. Izor and Son. 1893)
Pages 68-69
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October 25, 2002 / John & Susan Howell / Wichita, Kansas / howell@kotn.org

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