'BELOW there are white-faced throngs, br Their march is a tide coming Higher; br Below there are white-faced throngs, br Their faith is a banner flung higher; br Below there are white-faced throngs, br White swords they have yet, but red songs; br Place and lot they have lost hear you not? br For a dream you once dreamed and forgot!' br br 'But a dream has a life of its own br The wizard seas it can cross br A dream has a life of its own br It comes like the albatross.