The Dreamer

Dream of the golden sun, young man,
And of silver stars;
Of music, sweet and lovely,
From little box guitars.

Let beauty flow like rivers,
Gushing since the dawn;
Strings of gay poetry,
And bars of folk song.

Dream of future pathways,
Bright and straight and long;
Let pass the night of sorrows;
Let in the light of morn.

Dream not that you be hindered,
In work or prayer or play;
But dream that hope's not lost,
With the passing of each day.

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