25. Dreaming

For the children

Crying, my little one, footsore and weary?
Fall asleep, pretty one, warm on my shoulder
I must tramp on through the winter night dreary
While the snow falls on me colder and colder

You are my one, and I have not another
Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure
Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother
Dreaming of pretty things, dreaming of pleasure