A CRADLE SONGSleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.Sweet babe, in thy faceSoft desires I can trace,Secret joys and secret smiles,Little pretty infant wiles.As thy softest limbs I feel,Smiles as of the morning stealO’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breastWhere thy little heart doth rest.O the cunning wiles that creepIn thy little heart asleep!When thy little heart doth wake,Then the dreadful light shall break.
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.
Sweet babe, in thy faceSoft desires I can trace,Secret joys and secret smiles,Little pretty infant wiles.
As thy softest limbs I feel,Smiles as of the morning stealO’er thy cheek, and o’er thy breastWhere thy little heart doth rest.
O the cunning wiles that creepIn thy little heart asleep!When thy little heart doth wake,Then the dreadful light shall break.