<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">There Will Be Dreams Again</h1><p class="byline"> MABEL HILLYER EASTMAN <br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> In<span class="smallcaps">Munsey's Magazine</span><br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/>Permission to reproduce in this book</p><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THERE will be dreams again! The grass will spread </p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Her velvet verdure over earth's torn breast;</p><p class="line">By ragged shard, half-hid, where rust runs red,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The soaring lark in spring will build her nest.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There will be dreams again! The primrose pale</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Will shelter where the belching guns plowed deep;</p><p class="line">The trees will whisper, and the nightingale</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Chant golden monodies where heroes sleep.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There will be dreams again </p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The stars look down</p><p class="line">On youthful lovers--oh, first love, how sweet!</p><p class="line">And men will wed, and childish laughter crown</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Life's awe--compelling miracle complete.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">There will be dreams again! Oh, thou forlorn</p><p class="line">That crumbling trench or the slow heaving sea</p><p class="line">Hath snatched thy dead--oh, pray thee, do not mourn!</p><p class="line">There will be dreams--thy loved shall come to thee! </p></div></body></html> · Great War