Sleep, sleep, beauty bright
Dreaming o'er the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep, in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep
Sweet babe, in thy face
Soft desires I can trace
Secret joys and secret smiles
Little pretty infant wiles
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest
O! the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep
When thy little heart does wake
Then the dreadful lightnings break
From thy cheek and from thy eye
O'er the youthful harvests nigh
Infant wiles and infant smiles
Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles