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SONG by Mary J. B. Dana I see thee in my dreams, Thou who hast gone before me; And faithful mem'ry seems, My loved one to restore me! Thou'rt clad in robes of light, Thy face with joy is beaming, Thus, dearest! every night, I see thee when I'm dreaming. The songs we loved so well, I heard my dear one singing, And sweet, o'er hill and dell, Melodious notes are ringing! The tears bedim my sight, Which in my eyes do glisten, While, trembling with delight, I hold my breath to listen. I stretch my arms to thee - But suddenly awaking, My love no more I see - O! then my heart is breaking! But when I think that thou An angel art in glory, Again to sleep I go, And dreams repeat the story. Though thou hast gone above, And left this world for ever, 'Tis true, 'tis true, my love, I can forget thee never! Then come in robes of light, Thy face with rapture beaming, And let me, every night, Behold thee when I'm dreaming! Mary Dana (1810-1883) was born in Beaufort, South Carolina. Her published works included The Southern Harp (1840), The Northern Harp (1841), The Temperance Lyre (1842), The Parted Family and Other Poems (1842), Charles Morton (1843), Forecastle Tom (1846), and The Young Sailor (1846). |