A 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
Weave thy brows an infant
crown
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet
smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's
smile,
All the livelong night beguile.
Sweet moans, dovelike
sighs,
Chase not slumber from thine eyes!
Sweet moan, sweeter
smile,
All the dovelike moans beguile.
Sleep, sleep, happy
child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While
o'er thee doth 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,
Heavenly face that smiles on
thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant
small;
Infant smiles are his own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace
beguiles.
A SONG
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