THE WAY TO DREAMLAND

With an angel flower-laden, every day a dimpled maiden

Sails away from off my bosom on a radiant sea of bliss;

I can see her drifting, drifting, hear the snowy wings uplifting

As he woos her into Dreamland with a kiss.

Blissful hour, my pretty sleeper, guarded by an angel keeper,

List'ning to the words he brings thee from a fairer world than this;

Sweet! thy heart he is beguiling, I can tell it by thy smiling,

As he woos thee into Dreamland with a kiss.

Could there come to weary mortals such a glimpse through golden portals,

Would we not drift on forever toward the longed-for land of peace, jean Would we not leave joys and sorrows,

Glad to-days and sad to-morrows,

For the sound of white wings lifting, and the kiss?