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Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.

William Barnes. 1801–1886

658. Mater Dolorosa

I’D a dream to-night 
  As I fell asleep, 
O! the touching sight 
  Makes me still to weep: 
Of my little lad,         5
Gone to leave me sad, 
Ay, the child I had, 
  But was not to keep. 
 
As in heaven high, 
  I my child did seek,  10
There in train came by 
  Children fair and meek, 
Each in lily white, 
With a lamp alight; 
Each was clear to sight,  15
  But they did not speak. 
 
Then, a little sad, 
Came my child in turn, 
But the lamp he had, 
  O it did not burn!  20
He, to clear my doubt, 
Said, half turn’d about, 
‘Your tears put it out; 
  Mother, never mourn.’