We are the music makers, And we are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;—World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams:. Yet we are the movers and shakers - Of the world for ever, it seems.

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With wonderful deathless ditties, We build up the world's greatest cities, and out of a fabulous story, we fashion an empire's glory.

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One man with a dream at pleasure, shall go forth and conquer a crown; and three with a new song's measure can trample a kingdom down.

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We, in the ages lying, in the buried past of the earth, Built Nineveh with our sighing, and Babel itself itself in our mirth. And o'erthrew them with prophesying to the old of the new world's worth. For each age is a dream that is dying. Or one that is coming to birth.

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A breath of our inspiration is the life of the each generation; a wonderous thing of our dreaming- unearthly - impossible seeming - the soldier, the king, and the peasant are working together in one. Till our dream should become their present, and their work in the world be done.

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They had no vision amazing, of the goodly house they are raising. They had no divine foreshowing Of the land of which they were going. But on one man's soul it hath broken, a light that doth not depart; and his look or a word he hath spoken, wrought flame in another man's heart.

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And therefore, to-day is thrilling. With a past day's late fulfilling, and the multitudes are enlisted in the faith that their fathers resisted.

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And, scorning, the dream of to-morrow, are bringing to pass, as they may, in the World for its joy or its sorrow, the dream that was scorned yesterday.

 

But we with our dreaming and singing, ceaseless and sorrowless we... the glory about us clinging.... about the glorious futures we see.... our souls with high music ringing.... O men it must ever be.... that we dwell in our dreaming and singing.... a little apart from ye.... For we are afar with the dawning.... And the suns that are NOT yet high....And out of the infinite morning.... Intrepid you hear us cry... How, spite of your human scorning, Once more God's future draws nigh... And already goes forth the warning, that ye of the past must die. 

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Great hail! We call to the comers, from the dazzling unknown shore; Bring us hither your sun and summers; and renew our world as of yore, you shall teach us your song's new numbers, and things that we dreamed not before, Yes in spite of a dreamer who slumbers, and singer who sings no more."

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