Dream, baby, dream

Dream, Baby, dream!

The stars are glowing.

Hear'st thou the stream?

'Tis softly flowing.

All gently glide the Hours:

Above, no tempest lowers:

Below, are fragrant flowers

In silence growing.

Sleep, Baby, sleep,

'Till dawn to morrow!

Why should'st thou weep,

Who know'st not sorrow?

Too soon come pains and fears;

Too soon a cause for tears:

So from thy future years

No sadness borrow!

Dream, Baby, dream!

Thine eyelids quiver.

Know'st thou the theme

Of yon soft river?

It saith “Be calm, Be sure,

Unfailing, gentle, pure;

So shall thy life endure,

Like mine, for ever!”