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Title	Dream about Paradise
Description	An essay/speech about the author's dream of paradise and duty.
Digital ID#	20-240
Physical ID	20-240
Object Type	Document
Creator	Williams, Hattie Carmichael.
Subject	Speeches, addresses, etc., American--Women authors.
Geographic location	Brookhaven (Miss.)
Date	1897
Time period	1890-1899
Original Collection	Williams (Daniel) Papers
Publisher	Mississippi State University Libraries (electronic version).
Rights	Copyright protected by Mississippi State University Libraries. Use of materials from this collection beyond the exceptions provided for in the Fair Use and Educational Use clauses of the U.S. Copyright Law may violate federal law. Permission to publish or reproduce is required.
Format (original)	7-page letter 20.1 x 12.8 cm.
Format (digital)	200 dpi JPEG image
Repository	Manuscripts Division, Special Collections Department, Mississippi State University Libraries.
Location of Original	Williams (Daniel) Papers/Box 1/Honor speeches of Hattie Carmichael Williams
Related materials	A digitization project sponsored by the Consortium for the History of Agricultural and Rural Mississippi (CHARM).
Language	en
Contact information	For more information send email to sp_coll@library.msstate.edu or call 662-325-7679.
facet format	correspondence
Transcript	"I slept, and dreamed that Life was beauty, I woke, and found that Life was duty" The shadows of Twilight deepened, soon the sable mantle of night enshrouded our world, and as I gazed on the beauties revealed only by this silent darkness, they seemed to be rendered almost sublime. While lost in far-off thoughts, the wings of the angel of sleep gently fanned my brow, soon slumbers soft dusky mantle enwrapt my form, only a short time elapsed 'ere I was in the "Land of Dreams." Someone has said, "In sleep every man has a world of his own", but come with me along the corridors of sleep and view what to my vision appeared. A world of beauty. [page 2] There was nothing to mar the perfection of this beauty. Wealth was showered around me like dewdrops on a glorious morn of May. No clouds to darken the sunshine, no note of discord to destroy the harmony of sweet music, it was such as could be made only by angels. Bright flowers bloomed, that faded not, exhaling the rarest perfumes. The merry warbling of happy birds were all in sweet unison with the silvery rippling of the crystal stream upon which banks they sang. In this world of beauty kind friends greeted me on every side, their faces were radiant with [page 3] happiness and unalloyed by sorrow. I saw no furrowed lines of care, and heard no sigh escape their lips revealing secret grief. My whole heart was overflowing with joy, it was as a harmonious harp, every pulsation was one of delight. I had entered upon a path where there were roses but no thorns; joys but no sorrows; friends but no foes. I continued to tread this beautiful path, plucked the roses on every side, and received no fingers pricks. I drained my cup of joy many times with no thought or fear of finding bitter dregs at the bottom. My world I dreamed was Paradise, Paradise without the cruel serpent. It appeared to me [page 4] as if "sin" had never entered the "Garden of Eden", and no such thing as Satan was in existence; only our Heavenly Father was ruling with an all-powerful and all-wise hand. While enjoying this blissful thought, I was suddenly aroused, and to my sorrow found it a dream and not real. My vision of delight vanished, but still the memory of that moment of exquisite delight will remain with me forever, the sorrow of a lifetime cannot remove the joy of that moment. This sudden transition from my beautiful dreamland to a land of stern reality, caused me thus to moralize. My dream is but typical of youth, those halcyon [page 5] days in which we slumber, yet awake, we dream bright dreams and weave fair garlands, in which no thorn is twined. Imagination has full sway, unchecked, we bid it bear us on, guided only by the roseate finger of Hope; pause not, know not to what dangerous heights we are borne, and only hear with piteous scorn the warning of some friendly voice. "Distance lends enchantment to the view", and in the far-off future of our lives, we think to realize this fancied dream of youth. Down the stream of life our barque gently glides, lured on by some syren voice, when lo! We strike some unseen rock, then and not till then are we aroused. So from youth's dream we are [page 6] aroused by the troubles and cares of life. And what is life? "A flower that doth with opening morn arise, And flourishing, at evening dies". "The time of life is short, to spend that shortness basely were but too long." Yet within its narrow compass how much there is to interest and implore us. There are interests that relate not only to the present, but those that cluster around the soul as it tears itself from the shores of time and sails out under the eternal breezes. We find that life is no dream, but a reality, it is a precious boon given us to treasure and improve, then is it not our duty to devise ways, by which we may treasure it most safely and improve it most advantageously? Life is a sacred trust committed to our care, for which, we will at some future time [page 7] be held responsible. Whenever we feel that it is our duty to perform anything, we must not swerve from that straight path, however rough it may be or however tender the feet that tread it. We find life full of charm, but we must not expect to find it devoid of sorrow, for, "In life there is hardly a line of glory written, But there is one of sorrow runs parallel with it." While the world is full of beauty, it is not without danger; temptations surround us on every side, against which we must strictly guard. If we hope to reach the promised goal of bliss, faithfully must we strive to learn, what is our duty, and perform it. [on back] Hattie Carmichael.
Collection Title	Daniel Williams family papers

Digital ID#	20-240-p01.jpg
Physical ID	20-
Original Collection	Williams (Daniel) Papers
Publisher	Mississippi State University Libraries (electronic version).
Rights	Copyright protected by Mississippi State University Libraries. Use of materials from this collection beyond the exceptions provided for in the Fair Use and Educational Use clauses of the U.S. Copyright Law may violate federal law. Permission to publish or reproduce is required.
Format (digital)	200 dpi jpeg image
Repository	Manuscripts Division, Special Collections Department, Mississippi State University Libraries.
Location of Original	Daniel Williams Papers/Folder 20
Related materials	A digitization project sponsored by the Consortium for the History of Agricultural and Rural Mississippi (CHARM).
Language	en
Contact information	For more information send email to sp_coll@library.msstate.edu or call 662-325-7679.
Transcript	"I slept, and dreamed that Life was beauty, I woke, and found that Life was duty" The shadows of Twilight deepened, soon the sable mantle of night enshrouded our world, and as I gazed on the beauties revealed only by this silent darkness, they seemed to be rendered almost sublime. While lost in far-off thoughts, the wings of the angel of sleep gently fanned my brow, soon slumbers soft dusky mantle enwrapt my form, only a short time elapsed 'ere I was in the "Land of Dreams." Someone has said, "In sleep every man has a world of his own", but come with me along the corridors of sleep and view what to my vision appeared. A world of beauty.

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