THE winds go down in peace, dear child,

The birds are circling o'er the sea;

The Dreamland gate before thee swings

With murmur soft as drowsy bee;

Now enter in, dear child, nor fear,

nor fear lest harm should come to thee.

Beyond the gate I cannot go,

But here I'll stand, nor stir away,

While, with the Dreamland children, thou

Shalt frolic till the break of day;

Fear not to enter in, dear child; for close be-

side the gate I'll stay.

And if in Dreamland's lovely woods

Some harmless giant lay in wait,

Some straggler from thy fairy tales,

He'll take to flight disconsolate—

Just say, "Away! or I will tell my mother

at the Dreamland gate!"