The Mental Traveller

I travll'd thro' a land of men,
A land of men and women too;
and heard and saw such dreadful things
As cold earth-wanders never know.

So:
Awake, awake,
My little boy!
Thou wast thy mother's only joy;
Why dost thou weep in thy gentle sleep?
Awake!
Thy father does thee keep....