Dreams

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Title:     Dreams
Author: Virna Sheard [More Titles by Sheard]

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 though 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 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.

Keep thou thy dreams, intangible and dear
As the blue ether of the utmost sky,--
A dream may lift thy spirit past all fear,
And with the great, may set thy feet on high!

[The end]
Virna Sheard's poem: Dreams

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