A Cra­dle Song

Isis Town and Country - - Opinion - By WIL­LIAM BLAKE

SWEET dreams form a shade,

O’er my lovely in­fants head. Sweet dreams of pleas­ant

streams, By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down. Weave thy brows an in­fant crown.

Sweet sleep An­gel mild, Hover o’er my happy child. Sweet smiles in the night, Hover over my de­light. Sweet smiles Moth­ers smiles,

All the live­long night be­guiles.

Sweet moans, dove­like sighs,

Chase not slum­ber from thy eyes,

Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,

All the dove­like moans be­guiles.

Sleep sleep happy child, All cre­ation slept and smil’d.

Sleep sleep, happy sleep. While o’er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face, Holy im­age I can trace.

Sweet babe once like thee. Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all, When he was an in­fant small.

Thou his im­age ever see. Heav­enly face that smiles on thee,

Smiles on thee on me on all, Who be­came an in­fant small,

In­fant smiles are His own smiles, Heaven & earth to peace be­guiles.

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