In the breezes that sweep the skies;
And behold the faces we loved so dear—
Who bade us the long adieu—
And see them smile without sigh or tear,
Oh, will ever our dreams come true?
I dreamed last night my mother came
And sang with the old-time charms,
And called me “darling” just the same
As when I slumbered in her arms.
The vision changed; I was a man,