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.

    `Among the lambs， clothèd in white，

    She walk'd with her Thomas in sweet delight.

    I wept for joy， like a dove¹ 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.

    `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.'