Into the so-called land of dreams
My spirit wanders thro' the night,
Freed from the flesh by restful sleep,
It bears aloft in happy flight;
And there it finds new strength and power,
New meanings to the thoughts that vexed,
There in its own untrammeled hour
It solves the questions that perplexed.
Into the so called land of life
My spirit comes with dawn of day,
Refreshed with faith, and strong in hope,
It fills its human house of clay;
And thro' the day it helps me on
With whispered word to calm my fears,
Until at last the height is won,
Thro’ paths of sorrow, doubt, and tears.