Who keepeth a dream in his heart through the years,
For him is eternal light.
Though he walk through the valley of shadow and tears
In the silence of starless night.

Who keepeth a dream in his heart shall behold
The hills from the plains below,
And in vain is the lash of the cowering cold
As he climbs with eyes aglow.

Who keepeth a dream in his heart shall be gay,
Though the blossoms of spring lie dead,
For the rose that is broken and withered today
Shall tomorrow for him be red.

Who keepeth a dream in his heart shall not fail
Though his goal seem a world apart,
For the heights he shall scale in the face of the gale,
Who keepeth a dream in his heart!