The Pickering Manuscript/The Land of Dreams
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The Land of Dreams
Awake Awake my little BoyThou wast thy Mothers only joyWhy dost thou weep in thy gentle sleepAwake thy Father does thee keep
O what land is the Land of DreamsWhat are its Mountains & what are its StreamsO Father I saw my Mother thereAmong the Lillies by waters fair
Among the Lambs clothed in whiteShe walked with her Thomas in sweet delight I wept for joy like a dove I mournO when shall I again return
Dear Child I also by pleasant streamsHave wanderd all Night in the Land of DreamsBut tho calm & warm the Waters wideI could not get to the other side
Father O Father what do we hereIn this Land of unbelief & fearThe Land of Dreams is better farAbove the Light of the Morning Star