My mind went back to my earliest days,
At the side of my mother’s knee;
My hungry soul sang a fervent praise,
And my heart was happy and free.
I dreamed of the damnable wars of men,
Of the havoc that Death has made;
Of a Prince who died and arose again,
With power each grave to invade.
And dreaming I caught a holier note,
No melody born of the sod;