A Quote by Grace Goodhue Coolidge on dreams, friendship, gold, heart, and time

Crossing the uplands of time, Skirting the borders of night, Scaling the face of the peak of dreams, We enter the region of light, And hastening on with eager intent, Arrive at the rainbow's end, And here uncover the pot of gold Buried deep in the heart of a friend.

Grace Goodhue Coolidge

Source: A Friend

Contributed by: Zaady