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Robert Laurence Binyon - Dream—Come—True
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Within the eyes of Dream--Come--True
 Shine the old dreams of my youth.
 Ere they faded, ere they grew
 Distant, they were born anew
 In her truth.
 Within the heart of Dream--Come--True
 Lies my life, a folded bud.
 All that is to hope and do,
 Joy and triumph, toil and rue,
 Skies of thunder, skies of blue,
 Pulse in pulses of her blood.
 O may the fountain leap in flood,
 The young shoot branch in leafy wood,
 Blest in promise through and through
 By the dear thoughts of Dream--Come--True.
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