HE whose incorrigible Hope redeems

Banal to-days with beautiful to-morrows,

Who sows the fallow dust with futile dreams,

Will harvest only sorrows;

And he who spends the sunny days of youth

Bent double over Reason's rusty shares

Will harvest only stacks of stubbly truth

And sheaves of golden tares;

But he who lives life plenary and whole--

Labour and laughter, loveliness and song--

With dreams and visions in his inner soul

Speeding the plough along.

He who incarnates love in lovely deeds,

Whose dreams in charity their wings employ,

Will fill Time's furrows with immortal seeds

And reap eternal joy.