Sleep! sleep! beauty bright, Dreaming o'er the joys of night; Sleep! sleep! in thy sleep Little sorrows sit and weep. 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, When thy little heart doth rest. Oh, the cunning wiles that creep In thy little heart asleep! When thy little heart doth wake, Then the dreadful light doth break.

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