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， clothd 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.'