Issue # 1423      12 August 2009

MY DREAM

My dream is of life’s greater glory,
The depth of its unfathomable deep,
The wind-wafted song of its story
That’s crooned for the workers who weep.

Yea! Life with its joy of all toiling –
Sweet rest, earth’s cool and calm:
Black shades of night-time recoiling
When daylight comes laden with balm.

The day-dawn with rose wreaths of splendour
Shall light all the lands of the free,
And science unshackled shall wend her
Glad ways by the hills and the sea.

O, I dream not of glory that’s flaming,
Through folds of some star-spangled scroll,
Nor ever a dread God proclaiming
The flood-tides of vengeance shall role.

My dream is of life’s larger glory,
The heights of its measureless steep,
The thunder-crashed roar of its story
That wakens a world from its sleep.

HE Holland
1924, Red Roses Of The Highway

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