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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Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.
Dream after dream ensues;
And still they dream that they shall still succeed;
And still are disappointed.
I tell people I'm too stupid to know what's impossible. I have ridiculously large dreams, and half the time they read more
I tell people I'm too stupid to know what's impossible. I have ridiculously large dreams, and half the time they come true.
Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.
Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.
The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.
The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.
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When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.
And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
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And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;
The best as the worst are futile here:
We wake at the self-same point of the dream,--
All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.
