For Each Age Is A Dream That

O Precious Is The Pause Between The Winds That Come And Go, / And Sweet The Silence Of The Shores Between The Ebb And Flow.

A Breath Of Our Inspiration / Is The Life Of Each Generation.

We Are The Music-makers, And We Are The Dreamers Of Dreams, Wandering By Lone Sea-breakers, And Sitting By Desolate Streams. World-losers And World-forsakers, Upon Whom The Pale Moon Gleams; Yet We Are The Movers And Shakers, Of The World Forever, It Seems.

We Are The Music-makers, And We Are The Dreamers Of Dreams... Yet We Are The Movers And Shakers Of The World For Ever, It Seems.

A Breath Of Our Inspiration Is The Life Of Each Generation; A Wondrous Thing Of Our Dreaming Unearthly, Impossible Seeming — The Soldier, The King, And The Peasant Are Working Together In One, Till Our Dream Shall Become Their Present, And Their Work In The World Be Done.