THE ROOM BENEATH THE RAFTERS.
There, Summer dawns, in sleep I stirred,
And wove into my fair dreams woof
The chattering of a martin bird,
Or raindrops pattering on the roof
Or half awake and half in fear,
I saw the spider spinning near
His pretty castle where the fly
Should come to ruin by-and-by.
And there I fashioned from my brain
Youths shining structures in the air,
I did not wholly build in vain,
For some were lasting, firm and fair.
And I am one who lives to say
My life has held more gold than grey,
And that the splendour of the real
Surpassed my early dreams ideal.
But still I love to wander back
To that old time and that old place;
To tread my way o’er memory’s track
And catch the early morning grace,
In that quaint room beneath the rafter
That echoed to my childish laughter;
To dream again the dreams that grew
More beautiful as they came true.
You see dreams can come true but you must make them come true.
Nothing happens by itself we must make it happen.
Make one of “your” dreams come true this week.
It can be done.