How he sleepeth!

Vision unto vision calleth
While the young child dreameth on
Fair, O dreamer, thee befalleth
With the glory thou hast won!
Darker wert thou in the garden, yestermorn, by summer sun

We should see the spirits rising
Round thee, -- were the clouds away
'Tis the child-heart draws them, singing
In the silent-seeming clay --
Singing! -- Stars that seem the mutest, go in music all the way

Softly, softly! make no noises!
Now he lieth still and dumb --
Now he hears the angels' voices
Folding silencе in the room --
Now he muses deep thе meaning of the Heaven-words as they come

He is harmless -- we are sinful, --
We are troubled -- he, at ease:
From his slumber, virtue winful
Floweth outward with increase --
Dare not bless him! but be blessed by his peace -- and go in peace