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