Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And say, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said--
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
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We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
We've removed the ceiling above our dreams. There are no more impossible dreams.
Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.
Dreams must be heeded and accepted. For a great many of them come true.
When your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme.
When your heart is in your dream, no request is too extreme.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Ideologies separate us. Dreams and anguish bring us together.
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
Like the dreams,
Children of night, of indigestion bred.
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, read more
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
