Classic Poem

The dreamers upon the hilltops
Catch visions that flame the mind.
They call the shackled plainsmen
To leave their hills behind.

But the plainsmen keep on plodding
And the dreamers cry their dream
And now and then a plainsman
Catches tomorrow's gleam.

The dreamers still cry their heart-song.
Their citadels never fade.
Some day mankind will be claiming
The world the dreamers made.

The dreamers upon the hilltops
—Catch visions that flame the mind.
They call the shackled plainsmen
—To leave their hills behind.

But the plainsmen keep on plodding
—And the dreamers cry their dream
And now and then a plainsman
—Catches tomorrow's gleam.

The dreamers still cry their heart-song.
—Their citadels never fade.
Some day mankind will be claiming
—The world the dreamers made.