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Poem
May 4, 1870
The Greenville Enterprise
Greenville, Greenville County, South Carolina
What is this article about?
A lyrical poem expressing hope and patience for a better future, using metaphors of hidden dreams and seasonal renewal, while acknowledging persistent doubt.
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Selected Poetry.
Some Other Time.
Some other time, we softly say,
Our words are touched with hopeful trust,
And dreams, long hidden from the day,
Rise up again, as each dream must.
For dreams as sweet as those we know,
Can never die, though cares may hide;
As daisies nestle under snow,
They wait the spring's effulgent tide.
Some other day, we whisper o'er;
Sweet hope lights up her face again,
And strong in their glad trust once more
Our hearts repeat the sweet refrain,
Some other time! We dare not look
To see how far away it is,
But wait, and sing of coming days,
In low and hopeful cadences.
Oh! hasten, time. We wait, and say,
To-morrow will most surely bring
The glad, the sweet, the longed for day
But doubt is with us while we sing;
So many morrows come and go,
Nor bring the time we dream about.
Ah! well. Some other time, I know
I shall be done with fear and doubt;
For hope is whispering in my breast—
"Be patient, 'tis not far away!"
Well, I will sit me down, and rest,
And dream about the coming day.
Some Other Time.
Some other time, we softly say,
Our words are touched with hopeful trust,
And dreams, long hidden from the day,
Rise up again, as each dream must.
For dreams as sweet as those we know,
Can never die, though cares may hide;
As daisies nestle under snow,
They wait the spring's effulgent tide.
Some other day, we whisper o'er;
Sweet hope lights up her face again,
And strong in their glad trust once more
Our hearts repeat the sweet refrain,
Some other time! We dare not look
To see how far away it is,
But wait, and sing of coming days,
In low and hopeful cadences.
Oh! hasten, time. We wait, and say,
To-morrow will most surely bring
The glad, the sweet, the longed for day
But doubt is with us while we sing;
So many morrows come and go,
Nor bring the time we dream about.
Ah! well. Some other time, I know
I shall be done with fear and doubt;
For hope is whispering in my breast—
"Be patient, 'tis not far away!"
Well, I will sit me down, and rest,
And dream about the coming day.
What sub-type of article is it?
Ode
Song
What themes does it cover?
Moral Virtue
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Hope
Patience
Dreams
Doubt
Spring
Time
Renewal
Poem Details
Title
Some Other Time.
Form / Style
Rhymed Quatrains
Key Lines
Some Other Time, We Softly Say,
As Daisies Nestle Under Snow,
They Wait The Spring's Effulgent Tide.
Some Other Time! We Dare Not Look
For Hope Is Whispering In My Breast—
"Be Patient, 'Tis Not Far Away!"