I'd A Dream To-Night As I Fell Asleep, O! The Touching Sight Makes Me Still To Weep: Of My Little Lad, Gone To Leave Me Sad, Ay, The Child I Had, But Was Not To Keep. As In Heaven High, I My Child Did Seek, There In Train Came By Children Fair And Meek, Each In Lily White, With A Lamp Alight; Each Was Clear To Sight, But They Did Not Speak. Then, A Little Sad, Came My Child In Turn, But The Lamp He Had, O It Did Not Burn! He, To Clear My Doubt, Said, Half Turn'D About, 'Your Tears Put It Out; Mother, Never Mourn.'