Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NO MORE DREAMING, by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE

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NO MORE DREAMING, by            
First Line: I have lighted the dear old pipe again
Last Line: The peace of wheelock's men.
Subject(s): Dartmouth College; Gymnasia

I HAVE lighted the dear old pipe again
To think the matter o'er,
Just as a legion of Dartmouth men
Have done like me before.

The same old dream curls up in smoke
Blue as Havana's skies,
And I feel the iron strength of its yoke
And I think of its Paradise.

Thinking and dreaming! yet never an act
Of mine to build the dream;
Do I worship the dream and hate the fact?
Ah, this the case doth seem.

False the impression! yet you and I
Have worshiped the dream too long;
Then no more dreaming — but do it or die!
We are not a weakling throng.

When the dream is girded in steel and stone
We can take our pipes again,
And smoke all together, or smoke alone
The peace of Wheelock's men.

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