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 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.