Cradle Song

Sleep, little baby of mine, Night and the darkness are near, But Jesus looks down Through the shadows that frown, And baby has nothing to fear. Shut, little sleepy blue eyes; Dear little head, be at rest; Jesus, like you, Was a baby once, too, And slept on his own mother’s breast. Sleep, little baby of mine, Soft on your pillow so white; Jesus is here To watch over you, dear, And nothing can harm you to-night. O, little darling of mine, What can you know of the bliss, The comfort I keep, Awake and asleep, Because I am certain of this?

Collection:

English

Anonymous

Sub Title:

Poems of Home: I. About Children

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