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Lettered inside image: "A Dream | Once a dream did weave a shade | O'er my Angel-guarded bed. | That an Emmet lost it's way! | Where on grass methought I lay. | Troubled wilderd and folorn | Dark benighted travel-worn, | Over many a tangled spray. | All heart-broke I heard her say. | O my children! do they cry. | Do they hear their father sigh. | Now they look abroad to see. | Now return and weep for me. | Pitying I drop'd a tear: | But I saw a glow-worm near: | Who replied. What wailing wight | Calls the watchman of the night. | I am set to light the ground, | While the beetle goes his round: | Follow now the beetles hum, | Little wanderer hie thee home."; Lettered on verso, inside image: "The Little Girl Lost | In futurity | I prophetic see. | That the earth from sleep. | (Grave the sentence deep) | Shall arise and seek | For her maker meek; | And the desart wild | Become a garden mild. | In the southern clime, | Where the summers prime, | Never fades away; | Lovely Lyca lay. | Seven summers old | Lovely Lyca told, | She had wanderd long. | Hearing wild birds song. | Sweet sleep come to me | Underneath this tree; | Do father, mother weep. -- | 'Where can Lyca sleep.' | Lost in desart wild | Is your little child. | How can Lyca sleep. | If her mother weep. | If her heart does ake, | Then let Lyca wake; | If my mother sleep, | Lyca shall not weep. | Frowning frowning night. | O'er this desart bright, | Let thy moon arise, | While I close my eyes. | Sleeping Lyca lay; | While the beasts of prey, | Come from caverns deep, | View'd the maid asleep | The kingly lion stood | And the virgin view'd, | Then he gambold around | O'er the hallowd ground;"