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.
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Keep thou thy dreams through all the winter's cold;
Where weeds are withered and the garden grey—
Dream thou of roses, with their hearts of gold,— Beckon to summers that are on their way.
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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.
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