Selections from the American Poets/To an Infant sleeping in a Garden
TO AN INFANT SLEEPING IN A GARDEN.
Sleep on, sweet babe! the flowers that wake Around thee are not half so fair;Thy dimpling smiles unconscious break, Like sunlight on the vernal air.
Sleep on! no dreams of eare are thine, No anxious thoughts that may not rest;For angel arins around thee twine, To make thy infant slumbers bless'd.
Perchance her spirit hovers near, Whose name thy infant beauty bears,To guard thine eyelids from the tear That every child of sorrow shares.
Oh! may thy life like hers endure, Unsullied to its spotless close;And bend to earth as calm and pure As ever bowed the summer rose.