Awake, awake my little Boy!Thou wast thy Mother's only joy:Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?Awake! thy Father does thee keep."O, what land is the Land of Dreams?What are its mountains, and what are its streams?O Father, I saw my Mother there,Among 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 mourn - O when shall I return again?"Dear child, I also by pleasant streamsHave wandered all night in the Land of Dreams;But though calm and warm the waters wide,I could not get to the other side."Father, O Father, what do we here,In this land of unbelief and fear?The Land of Dreams is better farAbove the light of the Morning Star."