To dream a dream of the perfect ideal
Is to shine your light that is very real—
Your light of happiness that never dies,
No matter how far the ideal flies;
But THAT it’s flying, that YOU keep it so,
Is proof the wings inside you grow.
They grow and glow, expand and fly,
After the dream that will not die,
And you are lifted by your own might
To the real ideal that’s in your sight.
Then “Hail!” to the dreamer inspiring we
To wing our dreams to the heights we see.
And “Hail! to the mind that does not quit
Till she and her dream full together sit.
He looks at her, who has followed fast,
And it’s HIS ideal he smiles on at last.