He Had His Dream
He had his dream, and all through life,Worked up to it through toil and strife.Afloat fore’er before his eyes,It colored for him all his skies:The storm-cloud darkAbove his bark,The calm and listless vault of blueTook on its hopeful hue,It tinctured every passing beam—He had his dream.
He labored hard and failed at last,His sails too weak to bear the blast,The raging tempests tore awayAnd sent his beating bark astray.But what cared heFor wind or sea!He said, “The tempest will be short,My bark will come to port.”He saw through every cloud a gleam—He had his dream.