My heart can tell them, every one, br The messengers of dreams that run br Above the tree-tops in the sun. br br Whether of great or little worth br They carry the heart s desires forth br East and west and south and north. br br I know the night will close them in --- br And they will meet the tempest s din --- br Ere they come to that far-off inn. br br The inn that stands on the bourne of hope, br Where Fear and Delight together cope br For victory on a little slope. br br My heart can tell them, every one, br The returning messengers that run br Above the tree-tops in the sun.