Alas, the Dreamer dreams no more,
Now stilled, the voice that raised our souls,
He's gone to stand by Heaven's door,
From whence he'll greet his flock once more.
His time among us, brief yet bold,
Shone brilliant as the noon day sun,
He lifted us to higher heights,
He showed us that it could be done.
With love, he spoke of brotherhood,
That cherished harmony of souls,
That solid rock upon which rests,
A brighter future yet untold.
'Neath sun and moon and starry skies,
There never could another be,
Who stripped the jailor of his key,
And loosed the chains of suffering,
With grace endured indignity,
Moved heav'n and earth to see us free.
The Dreamer's dream we now extol,
And on the wings of eagles soar,
Until that day when Liberty,
From every vale and mountain rings!