In this Irish monument, Gandhi crouches by the words of William Butler Yeats:
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.
What precious dreams do you offer up to the world?
That was my Granny’s favorite poem!
The dream I offer up is a world in which every child is wanted, nurtured, safe, and loved.