I. The Land Of Dreams

I. the land of dreams

Awake, awake, my little boy!

Thou wast thy mother's only joy;

Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep? awake! thy father does thee keep.

' o, what land is the land of dreams?

What are its mountains, and what are its streams?

O father! i saw my mother there,

Among the lilies by waters fair. '

' father, o father! what do we here

In this land of unbelief and fear?

The land of dreams is better far,

Above the light of the morning star. '

' among the lambs, clothed in white,

She walk'd with her thomas in sweet delight.

I wept for joy, like a dove i mourn;

O! when shall i again return? '

Dear child, i also by pleasant streams

Have wander'd all night in the land of dreams;

But tho' calm and warm the waters wide,

I could not get to the other side.