BABYLAND.
Somewhere out by Dreamland,
In the world of sleep,
Lies the land of Infants
Veiled in mystery deep.
None but babes and angels
Live in that bright place,
Brightened with the sunshine
Of the Father’s face.
That is why we sometimes
Wail, though not in pain;
Longing for the realms of
Babyland again.
That is why you see us
Gazing into space,
Catching far-off glimpses
Of our native place.
Suns are always shining,
Skies are always blue,
And our foster-angels
Send us thence to you.
But when by our coffins
Tearfully you stand,
Know that we are angels
Back in Babyland;
BABYLAND.
Far removed from sorrow,
Sin, and shame, and vice,
In the land of Infants,
Earth-named Paradise.