I'D a dream to-night <br /> As I fell asleep, <br />O! the touching sight <br /> Makes me still to weep: <br />Of my little lad, <br />Gone to leave me sad, <br />Ay, the child I had, <br /> But was not to keep. <br /> <br />As in heaven high, <br /> I my child did seek, <br />There in train came by <br /> Children fair and meek, <br />Each in lily white, <br />With a lamp alight; <br />Each was clear to sight, <br /> But they did not speak. <br /> <br />Then, a little sad, <br />Came my child in turn, <br />But the lamp he had, <br /> O it did not burn! <br />He, to clear my doubt, <br />Said, half turn'd about, <br />'Your tears put it out; <br /> Mother, never mourn.'<br /><br />William Barnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mater-dolorosa-2/
