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SONGS OF

ONCE a dream did weave a shade
O'er my angel-guarded bed,
That an emmet lost its way
Where on grass methought I lay.


Troubled, wilder'd, and forlorn,
Dark, benighted, travel-worn,
Over many a tangled spray,
All heart-broke I heard her say:


"O my children! do they cry?
Do they hear their father sigh?
Now they look abroad to see,
Now return and weep for me."


Pitying I dropp'd a tear;
But I saw a glow-worm near:
Who replied, "What wailing wight
Calls the watchman of the night?


"I am set to light the ground
While the beetle goes his round:
Follow now the beetle's hum;
Little wanderer, hie thee home."