Weekly Trinity journal., 1857-10-24
TRINITY JOURNAL.
THKE INFANTS DREAM,

Ihe lOlIOWlnB pOelhi luIl OF beauty ana teHuer-
ness, appeared many years ago in ian Irish news
paper. We never learned who wrote it, but
should like to know. Many poem of less mer-
its has given It's author immortal fame.
Oh cradle me on thy knee mamma,
And sing me the holy strain
That soothed me last, as you ondly prest
My glowing cheek to your soft white breast,
For saw n scene when | slumbcred last
tan would see again.
And smile as you then did smile, mamma,
And weep as you then did weep;
Then fix on me thy glist'ning eye,
And gaze, and gaze. till he tear be dry
Then rock me gently ard sing aud sigh
Till you iu'l me fast asleep.
For dreamed heavenly dream, mamma,
While sumbcring on thy knee,
And | lived in land where forms divine
In kingdoms Of glory cternaly shine,
And the " orld I'd give, if the world were mine,
Again that land to see.
fancicd we roam'd in wood, mamma,
Aud we rested, as under bDugh
Then near me butterfly haunted in pride,
Aud chased it away through the forest vide,
Aud the night came on. and lost my guide,
And knew not what to do
Ny heart grew sick with fear, mamma,
Aud loudly wept for thee;
/ II
And she flung back the curIs of her golden hair
And she kissed me softly ere was aware,
Saying, Come, pretty babe, with me =
Ny tears and fears she guild, mamma,
And she led me far away;
We cntcr'd the door Of the dark dark tomb;
We pass'd through u long, long vault OF gloom ;
Then opend d our eyes on a land OF bloom,
Aud II sky Of endless day
And heavenly forms were there, mamma,
And lovely cherubs bright
They smi'd when they saw me, but was amaz d.
And wondering, around me gaz d and gazed;
And songs ! heard, and many beams blaz d
All glorious in the land OF light
But soon came a shining throng mamma,
OF white-wing'd babes to me
Their eyes look d love and their sweet lips sm d
And they marvepd to meet with an earth born
child
And they gloried that from the earth was exi d,
Saying Here, love- blest shalt thou be-
Then mix'd with the heavenly throng, mamma,
With cherub and seraphim fair;
And saw, as | roam d the regions of peace,
The spirits which came from this world of distress,
And there was the JOY no tongue can express,
For they knew no sorrow there.
Do you mind when sister Jane, mamma
Lay dead short time agOne
On you pdEeu OL lllc Hdlli bul lbNtly NltChJ
With full food Of woe you could not check;
And your heart was SO sore, you wished it would
break,
But it lov'd, aud You, aye, sobbcd on
But, oh had you been with me, mamma
In the realms of unknown care,
And seen what saw, you ne er had cried,
Though they buried pretty Jane in the grave when
she died
For shining with the blest aud adorn'd like q
bride,
Sweet sister Jane was there
Do you mind of that silly old man, mamma,
/ Who came late to our door,
And the night was dark, and the tempest loud,
And his heart was weak, and his soul was proud,
And his ragged old mantle serv'd for his shroud,
Ere the midnight watch was o'er?
And think what weight of woe, mamma,
Made heavy each long drawn sigh,
As the good old man sat on papa old chair,
While the rain dripped down from bis thin grey
hair,
And fast as the big tears Of speechless care
/ Ran down from his glazing eye
And think what heavenward look mamma,
Flashed through each trembling eye,
As he told how he went to the baron's stronghold,
Saving, 'Oh let me in, for the night is so cold !
But the rich man cried, Go sleep in the void,
For we shield no bcggars here
Well he was in glory, too, mamma,
AS happy as biest can be
He needed no aims in the mansions Of light,
For he sat with the patriarchs eoth'd in white
And there vas not a seraph had crown more
bright,
Nor a costlier robe than he.
Now sing, for / f1in would sleep, mamma,
And dream as / dreamed before
For sound was my slumber, and sweet my rest,
While my spirit ia the kingdom Of light was a
guest,
And the heart that has throbb'd in the clmes Of
the blest.
Gan lave thi. world no more