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."Among the lambs, clothŽd 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
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
In this land of unbelief and fear?
The Land of Dreams is better
Above the light of the morning star."
