To dream is a beautiful thing
But sweeter is the view
When looking back, to realize
How many dreams came true
To hope is pure thought-gold
By it we plant and toil
But, what a lovely thing to see
It’s bloom among life’s spoil
To love; ah, this is God
Its grief, life’s utter best
For nothing can compare in life
To love that stood time’s test
© Janet Martin
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