Let America Be The Dream The Dreamers

You And I By Henry Alford My Hand Is Lonely For Your Clasping, Dear; My Ear Is Tired Waiting For Your Call. I Want Your Strength To Help, Your Laugh To Cheer; Heart, Soul And Senses Need You, One And All. I Droop Without Your Full, Frank Sympathy; We Ought To Be Together—you And I; We Want Each Other So, To Comprehend The Dream, The Hope, Things Planned, Or Seen, Or Wrought. Companion, Comforter And Guide And Friend, As Much As Love Asks Love, Does Thought Ask Thought. Life Is So Short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You And I.

I'm So Tired Of Waiting, Aren't You, For The World To Become Good And Beautiful And Kind?

Looks Like What Drives Me Crazy Don't Have No Effect On You-- But I'm Gonna Keep On At It Till It Drives You Crazy, Too.

Money And Art Are Far Apart.

Americans Of Good-will, The Nice Decent Church People, The Well-meaning Liberals, The Good Hearted Souls Who Themselves Wouldn't Lynch Anyone, Must Begin To Realize That They Have To Be More Than Passively Good-hearted, More Than Church Goingly Christian, And Much More Than Word-of-mouth In The Liberalism.