@3"The man's a dreamer!"@1 Good! That places him In close relationship with God. For down In the most wretched quarter of town God stands and dreams @3His@1 dream; amid the grim, Ensanguined battle wreckage; in the dim, Cold twilights where old superstitions frown; And where the mutterings of race hatred drown The sacred cadences of Love's fond hymn. Today I met him on an uptown street Calling for dreamers,—pleading in the heat Of holy passion for more dream-swept hearts To hold in all the world's discordant parts The Torch of Brotherhood, that its Love-gleam Might speed the progress of His gracious Dream! |