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The Dream.
Did you know the voice that whisper'd
In tones so soft and deep—
"We are waiting the Father's pleasure,
To waken thee from sleep?"
In tones so soft and deep—
"We are waiting the Father's pleasure,
To waken thee from sleep?"
And then you were sad and weeping,
To retrace our earthward way,
And leave this dear land of flowers,
For earth's long dreary day.
To retrace our earthward way,
And leave this dear land of flowers,
For earth's long dreary day.
Tho' you heard the voice repeating—
"Not yet, not yet, for thee,
The garment is not finished,
Nor woven e'en for thee."
"Not yet, not yet, for thee,
The garment is not finished,
Nor woven e'en for thee."
Aye! one more clasp—and parted;
It was a dream, that we
Were wand'ring in that spirit-land,
From earth and sorrow free.
It was a dream, that we
Were wand'ring in that spirit-land,
From earth and sorrow free.
