Singing God's love-song under eyes of God.
IV.
I dreamed a dream when six years old:—
Against my mother's knee one day,
Protected by her mantle's fold,
All weary, weak, and wan I lay.
Then seemed it that in caverns drear
I roamed forlorn. The weeks went by
From month to month, from year to year:
At last I laid me down to die.