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'Tis time to sleep, my little boy: / Why gaze thy bright eyes so? / At night our children, for new joy / Home to thy father go, / But thou art wakeful! Sleep, my child; / The moon and stars are gone; / The wind is up and raving wild, / But thou art smiling on!
My child, thou hast immortal eyes / That see by their own light; / They see the children's blood -- it lies / Red-glowing through the night! / Thou hast an ever-open ear / For sob or cry or moan: / Thou seemest not to see or hear, / Thou only smilest on!