Here you will find the Poem A Seer of poet Padraic Colum
'BELOW there are white-faced throngs, Their march is a tide coming Higher; Below there are white-faced throngs, Their faith is a banner flung higher; Below there are white-faced throngs, White swords they have yet, but red songs; Place and lot they have lost hear you not? For a dream you once dreamed and forgot!' 'But a dream has a life of its own The wizard seas it can cross A dream has a life of its own It comes like the albatross. A dream has a life of its own, From my feet to your feet it has flown And you, you victorious That wild, white thing will lose!'
