A Dream of Home
I sat alone at the midnight hour
And watched the starlit sky.
And dreamed I heard my mother say:
"I wish my boy was nigh.
I know not where he is to night
He crossed the troubled Main.
But this I know, if life holds out,
He'll wander back again.
He's coming home, Oh, joyful thought,
My boy no more will roam.
A letter here says, Mother dear,
I'm coming, coming home.
He's gone tho' now far, far away,
Perhaps in deserts wild.
Oh, God, to Thee I pray tonight
To keep my distant child.
No Father there to guide him now
No brother with his cheer
No Mother there to soothe his brow,
No sister with her tear.
I fancy now I see his face,
As fair as when a child,
And He's a full grown man to day,
And true and brave, but wild.
A letter here says 'Mother, dear,
No longer I will roam,
So now I stand and watch the gate,
I know he's coming home.
Alas dear friends 'tis but a dream.
My Mother's here no more.
She left this world of sin and pain
For Canaan's happy shore.
Lord, send some messenger of love
To guide my wayward feet,
That I may meet my Mother there
Who is waiting at the gate.