‘Among the lambs clothed in white, She walked with her Thomas in sweet delight; I wept for joy, like a dove I mourn, O, when shall I again return?'
Dear child, I also by pleasant streams Have 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 far Above the light of the morning star.'
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