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11月19日

A Cradle Song
Sweet dreams, form
a shade O'er my lovely infant's
head; Sweet dreams of pleasant
streams By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet sleep, with soft
down Weave thy brows an infant
crown. Sweep sleep, Angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child.
Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight; Sweet
smiles, Mother's smiles, All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Chase not slumber from thy eyes. Sweet moans, sweeter
smiles, All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep, sleep, happy child, All creation slept and
smil'd; Sleep, sleep, happy sleep, While o'er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face Holy image I can trace. Sweet
babe, once like thee, Thy maker lay and wept for me,
Wept for me, for thee, for all, When he was an infant small Thou his image ever
see, Heavenly face that smiles on
thee,
Smiles on thee, on me, on all; Who became an infant small. Infant smiles are his own smiles; Heaven
& earth to peace beguiles.

He who binds himself a joy Does the winged life destroy. But he who kisses
the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.
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