If things go ill or well — <br />If joy rebounding spreads the face, <br />Or sea of sorrow swells — <br />A play — we each have part, <br />Each one to weep or laugh as may; <br />Each one his dress to don — <br />Its scenes, alternative shine and rain. <br /> <br />Thou dream, O blessed dream! <br />Spread far and near thy veil of haze, <br />Tone down the lines so sharp, <br />Make smooth what roughness seems. <br /> <br />No magic but in thee! <br />Thy touch make desert bloom to life. <br />Harsh thunder, sweetest song, <br />Fell death, the sweet release.<br /><br />Swami Vivekananda<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thou-blessed-dream/
