Slumber Song

Sleep thou ! Baby mine,
In thy cradle rocking ;
Soft wings pause and shine
’Round thy pillow white.
Hush ! While thy mother sings
Songs of olden fancy ;
Morn drops down from God,
On the creeping night.

Low to thee, my dear !
Bends thy mother humming ;
Stars shine silver, dear !
In the dusky sky.
Fears shall not mar thy sleep ;
No sound shall awake thee ;
Sleep ; my baby, sleep ;
’Till the dark creeps by.