You Who Have Dreams, a poem by Mildred Cousens

You Who Have Dreams

The ocean's width is but a wing's bright span,
Islands are stepping stones to continents;
Desert and jungle cannot hinder man,
While mountains hardly constitute a fence.

Only the mind disdains to leave its cell,
To ride the wind, to telescope the miles;
The snail-like soul clings to its narrow shell
And keeps on crawling in familliar aisles.

You who have dreams of human brother-hood,
The time has come for you to teach us how
To have the faith so little understood--
For all the living world is neighbor now.

-Mildred Cousens