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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.