A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams,
form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head,
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy silent moony beams.
Sweet sleep,
with soft down
Weawe thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles,
in the night
Hover o'er my delight.
Sweet smiles, Mother's smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans,
dovelike sighs
Chase not slumber from thy eyes.
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep, sleep,
happy child.
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe,
in thy face
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy maker lay and wept for me,
Wept for me,
for thee, for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see,
Heanvenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on
thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small.
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.