My Dreams
I walked in my dreams
Where my dead darling lay,
And I pensively stood by her tomb,
When in a low whisper
I heard someone say,
"Dear mother, come.. come home."
I paused - 'twas a white robed angel,
Around it a white halo shone-
She smiled oh sweetly and then
I dreamed, "I am not alone."
One brief moment I kneeled beside her,
Her hand pressed tightly in mine.
O why must I wake to my sorrow,
And still for my lost one to pine.
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