And dreaming that His dear arms were about me,
Have sunk to rest.
All through the long, dark night when others slumbered,
Close, close beside Him still I would have stayed,
And, knowing how He loved the little children,
Ne’er felt afraid.
“To-morrow,” to my heart I would have whispered,
“I will rise early in the morning hours,
And wand’ring o’er the hillside I will gather
The fairest flowers;