Dreaming over the joys of night
Sleep sleep: in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit & weep
Sweet babe in thy face
Soft desired I can trace
Secret joys & secret smiles
Little pretty infant wiles
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
Oer thy cheek & oer thy breaswhere 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
Oer the youthful harvests nigh
Infant wiles & infant smiles
Heaven & earth of peace beguiles.
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