In visions of the dark night
I have dreamed of joy departed
But a waking dream of life and light
Have left me broken-hearted
Ah! what is not a dream by day
To him whose eyes are cast
On things around him with a ray
Turned back upon the past?
That holy dream that holy dream
While all the world were chiding
Childing
What though that light, thro' storm and night
So trembled from afar
What could there be more purely bright
In Truth's day-star?
That holy dream that holy dream
While all the world were chiding
Childing
Hath cheered me as a lovely beam
A lonely spirit guiding
That holy dream that holy dream
A lonely spirit guiding
