DREAMS
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Keep thou thy dreams—though joy should pass thee by; Hold to the rainbow beauty of thy thought; It is for dreams that men will oft-times die,— And count the passing pain of death as nought.
Keep thou thy dreams, though faith should faint and fail, And time should loose thy fingers from the creeds; The vision of the Christ will still avail, To lead thee on to truth and tender deeds.
Keep thou thy dreams, through all the winter's cold; When weeds are withered, and the garden grey, Dream thou of roses with their hearts of gold;— Beckon to summers that are on their way!
Keep thou thy dreams;—the tissue of all wings Is woven first of them; from dreams are made The precious and imperishable things, Whose loveliness lives on, and does not fade.