At your fond sweet dreams she has gently smiled!—
Yes, and you will smile at another
When you see the tinsel and sham, my child,
With the eyes of your wise old mother.
“Then go to her side and your story tell
With its hopes and its fears completed:
She will understand, ah, she knows it well,
It is merely her own repeated.
She will fold you close, and the tides that swell
In your bosoms shall choke and smother;