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CANADIAN SINGERS AND THEIR SONGS The Dreamer.

Men call me dreamer—what care I? The cradle of my heart is rocked; I dwell in realms beyond the earth. The gold I mint is never locked!

Men call me dreamer—this forsooth Because I spurn each thing of dross, And count the step that leads not up A useless toil a round of loss.

Men call me dreamer—nay, that word Hath burned its way from age to age; Its light shone o’er Judea’s hills And thrilled the heart of seer and sage

Men call me dreamer—yet forget The dreamer lives a thousand years, While those whose hearts and hands knead clay Love not beyond their dusty biers. Thomas Hagan 107