Once a dream did weave a shade br O'er my angel-guarded bed, br That an emmet lost its way br Where on grass methought I lay. br br Troubled, wildered, and forlorn, br Dark, benighted, travel-worn, br Over many a tangle spray, br All heart-broke, I heard her say: br br 'Oh my children! do they cry, br Do they hear their father sigh? br Now they look abroad to see, br Now return and weep for me.