Slumber song

While infancy dreamed from heaven there teemed

An angel array with song and with

And when he awoke his fond mother caressed him.

In joy that he smiled as the bright angels blessed him.

To heaven was her prayer mid sorrow and care

Unrestful he slept, in sorrow he wept.

A rustling was heard and again she caressed him

In joy that the hovering angels had blessed him.

To manhood he grows, the tear again flows

No rest is in sleep, his grief is too deep.

The angels desert not, still nearer they press him

And sing "Be at peace" as with slumber they bless him.