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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS
The Dreamer.
Men call me dreamer—what care I?
The cradle of my heart is rocked;
I dwell in realms beyond the earth.
The gold I mint is never locked!
Men call me dreamer—this forsooth
Because I spurn each thing of dross,
And count the step that leads not up
A useless toil a round of loss.
Men call me dreamer—nay, that word
Hath burned its way from age to age;
Its light shone o’er Judea’s hills
And thrilled the heart of seer and sage
Men call me dreamer—yet forget
The dreamer lives a thousand years,
While those whose hearts and hands knead clay
Love not beyond their dusty biers.
Thomas Hagan
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