Excerpt from Mimosa Leaves Oh beautiful, beautiful dreams, that fall Like tender moonlight, over all The dreary wastes of life, As if an angel went before, And gilded all the landscape o'er With the shadow of Heaven, where of yore Was only pain and strife. Oh beautiful dreams, that spring like flowers Out of the seeds of life's dark hours, Watered with tears of pain Flowers that bloom mid desert sands, too frail to transplant to brighter lands, too fair to be gathered by mortal hands, T 00 sweet to lose again. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.