Poems (Toke)/The troubled dream
Y baby boy! in tears thou didst awake, Starting with terror from thy slumber light, And clinging to me in thy wild affright,Will scarcely yet be soothed or comfort take.Oh! strange it is that dreams have power to shake With agony like this a sinless child,And of this world a troubled foretaste make, Where never yet its shadow hath defiled!We know that life unseen and unperceived Is ever round us; spirits bright and pure,And fallen dark ones. Can some such have grieved The spotless heart he cannot yet allure?Hush! hush thee, dearest! sleep, and we will prayGood angels may be ever round thee night and day.
THE TROUBLED DREAM.
Y baby boy! in tears thou didst awake, Starting with terror from thy slumber light, And clinging to me in thy wild affright,Will scarcely yet be soothed or comfort take.Oh! strange it is that dreams have power to shake With agony like this a sinless child,And of this world a troubled foretaste make, Where never yet its shadow hath defiled!We know that life unseen and unperceived Is ever round us; spirits bright and pure,And fallen dark ones. Can some such have grieved The spotless heart he cannot yet allure?Hush! hush thee, dearest! sleep, and we will prayGood angels may be ever round thee night and day.E.
March 20, 1844.