The Dream

The dream
Is nature's gift to man most dear,
His fondest hopes fulfilled appear;
The poor man dreaming, feeleth not
That he enhungered is or cold;
In purple dressed he thinks his hut
A mansion filled with wealth untold.
The king in dreams
Can neither judge nor grace bestow,
In sleep, alike are high and low.
The youth, while dreaming, rolls in bliss,
His sweetheart gives and takes sweet kiss;
But when I dream it seems to me
I fight for the world's liberty!