That they grow globing fruits which make the year fair,
So the dreams and the visions of young men and maids
Show heavens of glory through which our flag wades
Where dreams come awake and visions fulfill
In a world that’s so human no hatreds can kill,—
There the noble ideal forever leads on;
There are stars for our nights and suns for our dawn,
The dreamers and lovers by God justified
In a love-world Christ visioned and for which He died.
Whatever they say, however they brag,