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Andrew Macphail, comp.  The Book of Sorrow.  1916.
XXXII. Visions
The Mother’s Dream
By William Barnes (1801–1886)
I’D a dream to-night
  As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
  Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,        5
Gone to leave me sad,
Ay, the child I had,
  But was not to keep.
As in heaven high,
  I my child did seek,        10
There in train came by
  Children fair and meek,
Each in lily white,
With a lamp alight;
Each was clear to sight,        15
  But they did not speak.
Then, a little sad,
  Came my child in turn,
But the lamp he had,
  O it did not burn!        20
He, to clear my doubt,
Said, half turn’d about,
‘Your tears put it out;
  Mother, never mourn.’

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