Within the eyes of Dream–Come–True
Shine the old dreams of my youth.
Ere they faded, ere they grew
Distant, they were born anew
In her truth.
Within the heart of Dream–Come–True
Lies my life, a folded bud.
All that is to hope and do,
Joy and triumph, toil and rue,
Skies of thunder, skies of blue,
Pulse in pulses of her blood.
O may the fountain leap in flood,
The young shoot branch in leafy wood,
Blest in promise through and through
By the dear thoughts of Dream–Come–True.
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