Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And say, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said--
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
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It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.
It's the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.
All men of action are dreamers.
All men of action are dreamers.
Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.
Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.
Really great people make you feel that you, too, can become great.
Really great people make you feel that you, too, can become great.
Through snow covered forests of spirited dreams
nourished to life by crystalline streams.
Jan of
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Through snow covered forests of spirited dreams
nourished to life by crystalline streams.
Jan of
http://jsmagic.net/emissary.
Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.
Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new read more
Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
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Again let us dream where the land lies sunny
And live, like the bees, on our hearts' old honey,
Away from the world that slaves for money--
Come, journey the way with me.
