DREAMS.

Away! Away! Let sluggards stay The sluggish ruck within, While Beauty stands With outstretched hands To welcome those who win! And gems divine And wealth and wine Are strewn upon the board, Where life and love Go hand and glove, Like slaves before their lord! The motors fly, The ships go by, The tram-cars whizz and whirr— I see them pass As in a glass, Where dim-limned shadows stir: I long to hail Some friendly sail Ere all the throng be past— Then failure’s sense And indolence Reach down and hold me fast. Away! Away! To act to-day! The victor’s creed is Now— A cloudless brain, An easy rein, A firm hand on the plough! Aside is flung The pall that hung From damned Inaction’s mast ... Then half-thought themes And dreamer’s dreams Reach down ... and hold me fast.