“DREAMER OF DREAMS” We are all of us dreamers of dreams,/ On visions our childhood is fed;/ And the heart of the child is unhaunted, it seems,/ By the ghosts of dreams that are dead./ From childhood to youth’s but a span/ And the years of our life are soon sped;/ But the youth is no longer a youth, but a man,/ When the first of his dreams is dead./ He may live on by compact and plan/ When the fine bloom of living is shed,/ But God pity the little that’s left of a man/ When the last of his dreams is dead./ Let him show a brave face if he can,/ Let him woo fame or fortune instead,/ Yet there’s not much to do but to bury a man/ When the last of his dreams is dead. William Herbert Carruth (quoted by Robert Dale in To Dream Again, p. 36.), submitted by Dicky Love, Christ Community Church, Ruston, Louisiana+
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