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Oh, I have dreams. I sometimes dream of Life / In the full meaning of that splendid word. / Its subtle music which few men have heard, / Though all may hear it, sounding through earth's strife. / Its mountain heights by mystic breezes kissed / Lifting their lovely peaks above the dust; / Its treasures which no touch of time can rust, / Its emerald seas, its dawns of amethyst, / Its certain purpose, its serene repose, / Its usefulness, that finds no hour for woes, / This is my dream of Life.
Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love / As radiant and brilliant as a star. / As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar / Which glorifies vast worlds of space above. / Strong as the tempest when it holds its breath, / Before it bursts in fury; and as deep / As the unfathomed seas, where lost worlds sleep, / And sad as birth, and beautiful as death. / As fervent as the fondest soul could crave, / Yet holy as the moonlight on a grave. / This is my dream of Love.