GERMANY.

H, sleep, my soul’s baby, my darling thou art !
Now shut those blue eyes that peep forth, little
heart !
As peaceful and still as the grave is it here;
Then sleep, while I send the flies far from thee, dear !

Bright angels of Heaven, as gentle as thou,
Come hovering round thee, and smile on thee now;
Again they may come, with the on-coming years, _
But then twill be only to wipe off thy tears.

For now is the golden time, happy and gay ;

The time that draws on will be ne’er like to-day ;
When cares round thy bed have once gathered, and pain,
Such calm sleep, my dear one, comes never again.

Then sleep, my heart’s baby ; though night soon be here,
Still watching the cradle thy mother sits near ;
Though late and though early her watch she may keep,
Yet mother’s love, baby, can ne’er fall asleep.

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