What steeds will carry me, O,

What steeds will carry me,

Towards the land I vaguely see

The dream-land of true Love?

Where be the engines swift, O,

Where be the engines swift,

To reach beyond this life's rail-road

The dream-domain of Truth?

Where are seaworthy ships, O,

Where are seaworthy ships,

To cross the ocean-streams of Time

And touch the Dream-cape of Hope?

Will Zeppelins succeed, O,

Will Zeppelins succeed,

To over-soar life's endless space

And gain the dream-heaven of Peace?

’Tis fancy lends me wings, Aye,

’Tis fancy lends me wings,

To shoot myself with eagle-speed

To my dream-land of Cheer?