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- 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.

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