Show THE CRY OF THE DREAMER I 1 am tired of planning and toiling la the crowded hive of men weary of building and spoiling and apo ling and building gain and I 1 long for he dear old river when I 1 ny youth away for t di dinar ncr lire brevet and i toiler die in a day I 1 am rick of the ahod kerning of a life that 1 hilf a lie of the fuei lined with la the throng that by from the herple lerp le thought en deTor I 1 would go here the children pla for a dreamer urn coreter aad die in A day I 1 can no pride but pity for the burdens the rich endure there li nothing wt in tt city out the patient of the poor oh the 1 atle had too luuru and the child m nd choked with weed the daughter I 1 beut crowni and the heart that li no roro th street nid hurtle from the troph lei from mart ud ilife I 1 would fly to th wood low butle and the kindly page let u dream u of yore by the river and be doted tor the dream tewy for the dreamer life loderer but the toller did in a day john boyl |