If I could sweet wishes bestow
That you measure of my love know
A land where happy dreams may glow

We would waken with glad dawn
Relieved to find all sorrows gone
And laugh as sunbeams gild our lawn

Then sitting in the tranquil shade
We'd sip iced tea or lemonade
While praying day would never fade

And so upon the bleakest night
Red spicy candles we would light
To meditate or perhaps write

Thus unable my dreams to prove
With perfumed token of my love
Left mournful as the weeping dove

**~Hilda~