The Land of Dreams

Awake, awake, my little boy!<br>
Thou wast thy mother’s only joy;<br>
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?<br>
Awake! thy father does thee keep.<br>
“O, what land is the Land of Dreams?<br>
What are its mountains, and what are its streams?<br>
O father! I saw my mother there,<br>
Among the lilies by waters fair.<br>
“Among the lambs, cloth&egrave;d in white,<br>
She walk’d with her Thomas in sweet delight.<br>
I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn;<br>
O! when shall I again return?”<br>
Dear child, I also by pleasant streams<br>
Have wander’d all night in the Land of Dreams;<br>
But tho’ calm and warm the waters wide,<br>
I could not get to the other side.<br>
“Father, O father! what do we here<br>
In this land of unbelief and fear?<br>
The Land of Dreams is better far<br>
Above the light of the morning star.”