THE ORPHANS.
HAD a dream last night, Maggie, I dreamt that you and IWere crossing o'er the dreary moor, No moon was in the sky.The snow beat in our faces, Maggie, It was so shivering cold,I clung to you more closely, Dear, And then I grew more bold.
And as we passed the churchyard, Maggie, I dreamt I heard you say—"Stoop, little sister, kiss the stone That hides our dead away."
I stoop'd, I knelt, but Maggie dear, 'Twas not the stone I kist,But 'twas our mother's face looked up So heavenly through the mist.
