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Rh I wept for joy like a dove I mourn O when shall I again return

Dear Child I also by pleasant streams Have wanderd all Night in the Land of Dreams But tho calm & warm the Waters wide I could not get to the other side

Father O Father what do we here In this Land of unbelief & fear The Land of Dreams is better far Above the Light of the Morning Star

Sweet Mary the first time she ever was there Came into the Ball room among the Fair The young Men & Maidens around her throng And these are the words upon every tongue

An Angel is here from the heavenly Climes Or again does return the Golden times Her eyes outshine every brilliant ray She opens her lips tis the Month of May

Mary moves in soft beauty & conscious Delight To augment with sweet smiles all the joys of the Night Nor once blushes to own to the rest of the Fair That sweet Love & Beauty are worthy our care