THE ORPHANS.
HAD a dream last night, Maggie,I dreamt that you and I
Were crossing o'er the dreary moor,
No moon was in the sky.
The snow beat in our faces, Maggie,
It was so shivering cold,
I clung to you more closely, Dear,
And then I grew more bold.
It was so shivering cold,
I clung to you more closely, Dear,
And then I grew more bold.
And as we passed the churchyard, Maggie,
I dreamt I heard you say—
"Stoop, little sister, kiss the stone
That hides our dead away."
I dreamt I heard you say—
"Stoop, little sister, kiss the stone
That hides our dead away."
I stoop'd, I knelt, but Maggie dear,
'Twas not the stone I kist,
But 'twas our mother's face looked up
So heavenly through the mist.
'Twas not the stone I kist,
But 'twas our mother's face looked up
So heavenly through the mist.
