The land is green with opportunities; the dreamers are ready; can the government, if they won’t aid them kindly get out of their way?
As a big dreamer, I hope my dreams come true. I hope yours also come true.
But that one air for all that throng! And yet
How wondrously the magic strain went through
Those thousand hearts! I saw young eyes, that knew
Only the fairest sights, grow dim and wet,
While eyes long fed on visions of regret
Beheld life’s rose, upspringing from its rue;
For some, the night-wind in thy music blew,
For some, the spring’s celestial clarinet!