The Dreamers

We grow great by dreams. All big
men are dreamers. They se thing in
the softhaze of a spring day or in the
red fire of a long winter's evening.
Some of us let these great dreams die,
but others nourish and protect them,
nurse them through bad days till they
bring them to the sunshione and light
which come always to those who sincerely
hope that their dreams will come true.

Woodrow Wilson