A Dream

My mother kissed me in a dream- O, ne'er was sweeter dream than this !- I saw her blue eyes fondly beam Upon me, and a world of bliss Awoke within me; it did seem So warm, so pure, so redolent Of all that makes a mother's kiss, That, vision-moeked, I eould but deern My mother kissed me in a dream, And, dreaming, I was well content. My mother kissed me in a dream ; I stood beside her as of yore And heard the murmur of the stream That prattles by our cottage door; The birds were singing, and a gleam Oí sunshine played among the trees And kissed the roses o'er and o' er. E AU earth was glad, for it did seem That mother kissed me in my dream, And soothed me in my miseries. My mother kissed me in a dream ; Her loving Ups were pressed to mine; My swelling heart did throb and teem With joys ecstatio and divine; Home, love, youth- every thing supreme Rose, vision-like, before me till The morning broke- But, oh! the dream, The pure, the precious, priceless dream, Eemains to bless and cheer me still!