What Dreams We Have And How They Fly Like Rosy Clouds Across The Sky; Of Wealth, Of Fame, Of Sure Success, Of Love That Comes To Cheer And Bless; And How They Wither, How They Fade, The Waning Wealth, The Jilting Jade-- The Fame That For A Moment Gleams, Then Flies Forever,--Dreams, Ah--Dreams! O Burning Doubt And Long Regret, O Tears With Which Our Eyes Are Wet, Heart-Throbs, Heart-Aches, The Glut Of Pain, The Somber Cloud, The Bitter Rain, You Were Not Of Those Dreams--Ah! Well, Your Full Fruition Who Can Tell? Wealth, Fame, And Love, Ah! Love That Beams Upon Our Souls, All Dreams--Ah! Dreams.