Troubled, Wildered And Forlorn   Dark Benighted, Travel-Worn   And All Heart-Broke I Heard Her Say:   „oh My Children, Does It Cry?   Does It Hear Its Mother Sigh?"      Pitying I Dropped A Tear   But I Saw A Starbeam Near   Who Replied:   „i Am Set To Light You The Ground   While Your Mother Strives Around   Follow Now The Mother'S Groans   Little Wanderer, Hurry Home,   Hurry Home!"      Little Wanderer, Hurry Home!      Sweet Sleep, Angel Mild,   Hover Over Me!   Truth, Be A Lantern To My Past!   I Prepare My Soul For Flight,   Prepare My Head For Death'S Cold Hand   To Hurry Home