O sudden awaking from dream so fair!
'Tis the voice of my aunt, and I hear it say—
'Child, are you falling asleep in your chair?
Will you ever finish that collar, May?'
I caught up my work (I knew I was wrong),
Determin'd to finish it ere we sup;
But something within me, for me too strong,
Conquer'd myself, and I had to give up.
'O, my Aunt Bridget,' I timidly said,
'I am tired of stitching—I want to rest;