Mater Dolorosa

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.'