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.