Land of Nod

I found this small booklet in amongst all the photos that have been scanned recently. It has only got about 30 pages and contains 12 poems by EW Wilcox.  She is an American poet who used good old end rhyme as you did in the late 1800's.  This is the final stanza from one of the poems.

Down the river of sleep, our barque shall sweep,

Till it reaches that mystical isle.

Which no man hath seen, but where all have been,

And there we will pause awhile.

I will croon you a song as we float along,

To that shore that is blessed of God,

Then Ho! for that fair land, we're off for that rare land,

That beautiful land of Nod.