“I dreamed a dream, a silent dream of a land not far away where no bird sang, no steeples rang, and teardrops fell like rain.

I dreamed a dream; a silent dream. I dreamed a dream of a land so filled with pride that every song, both weak and strong, withered and died.

I dreamed a dream – No hallelujah; not one hosanna! No song of love, no lullaby.

And no choir sang to change the world. No pipers played, no dancers twirled. I dreamed a dream; a silent dream.

Awake, awake! Soli deo gloria! Awake, Awake!

Awake my soul and sing, the time for praise has come. The silence of the night has passed, a new day has begun!

Let music never die in me; forever let my spirit sing!

Wherever emptiness is found let there be joy and glorious sound.

Let music never die in me; forever let my spirit sing!

Let all our voices join as one to praise the giver of the sun!

Awake, awake!

Let music live!”

By Joseph M. Martin

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