A Cradle Song
Sleep, Sleep,
in thy Sleep
Little sorrow sit & weep.
Sleep, Sleep, beauty bright
Dreaming o'er the joys of night.
Sweet Babe,
in thy face
Soft desires i can trace
Secret joys & secret smiles
Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy
softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek & o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest.
O, the
cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep.
When thy little heart does wake,
Then the dreadful lightnings break.
From thy
cheek & from thy eye
O'er the youthful harvests nigh
Infant wiles & infant smiles
Heaven & Earth of peace beguiles.