POETRY.
"BEHOLD, THIS DREAMER COMETH." ALL ye, who would have wheat in years of blight, Cry out for visions in the night, For power to dream, and dream aright.
When, fair as dawn upon Parnassus' snows, Foam-born Aphrodite rose, What was she but a dream that froze ?
The dreams of Rome as thunderbolts were hurled, As eagle's pinions were unfurled, 'Until their quarry was the world.
The Hebrews dreamed, and bright with gold and gem, For Sion's brow a diadem, Stood Heaven's type—Jerusalem.
The Christians dreamed, and lo ! their Christ, their Head, Whom waking wisdom held as dead Comes daily to their altar bread.
And not with sneers but with the trump and drum Shall men announce that dreamers come, When they shall see of dreams the sum.
Then ye, who would have wheat in years of blight, Cry out for visions in the night, For power to dream, and dream aright.
ANNA BIINST014.
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