Poems (Stoddard)/A Baby Song
A BABY SONG.
COME, white angels, to baby and me; Touch his blue eyes with the image of sleep, In his surprise he will cease to weep;Hush, child, the angels are coming to thee!
Come, white doves, to baby and me; Softly whirr in the silent air, Flutter about his golden hair:Hark, child, the doves are cooing to thee!
Come, white lilies, to baby and me; Drowsily nod before his eyes, So full of wonder, so round and wise:Hist, child, the lily-bells tinkle for thee!
Come, white moon, to baby and me; Gently glide o'er the ocean of sleep, Silver the waves of its shadowy deep:Sleep, child, and the whitest of dreams to thee.