Page:A song of the English (1909).djvu/97

 We were dreamers, dreaming greatly, in the man-stifled town; We yearned beyond the sky-line where the strange roads go down. Came the Whisper, came the Vision, came the Power with the Need, Till the Soul that is not man's soul was lent as to lead. As the deer breaks—as the steer breaks—from the herd where they graze, In the faith of little children we went on our ways.