Oh, man must dream of gladness wherever his pathways lead, <br />And a hint of something better is written in every creed; <br />And nobody wakes at morning but hopes ere the day is o'er <br />To have come to a richer pleasure than ever he's known before. <br /> <br />For man is a dreamer ever. He glimpses the hills afar <br />And plans for the joys off yonder where all his to-morrows are; <br />When trials and cares beset him, in the distance he still can see <br />A hint of a future splendid and the glory that is to be. <br /> <br />There's never a man among us but cherishes dreams of rest; <br />We toil for that something better than that which is now our best. <br />Oh, what if the cup be bitter and what if we're racked with pain? <br />There are wonderful days to follow when never we'll grieve again. <br /> <br />Back of the sound of the hammer, and back of the hissing steam, <br />And back of the hand at the throttle is ever a lofty dream; <br />All of us, great or humble, look over the present need <br />To the dawn of the glad to-morrow which is promised in every creed.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-re-dreamers-all/
