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The infant lies in blessed ease / Upon his mother's breast; / No storm, no dark, the baby sees / Invade his heaven of rest. / He nothing knows of change or death -- / Her face his holy skies; / The air he breathes, his mother's breath; / His stars, his mother's eyes!
Yet half the soft winds wandering there / Are sighs that come of fears; / The dew slow falling through that air -- / It is the dew of tears; / And ah, my child, thy heavenly home / Hath storms as well as dew; / Black clouds fill sometimes all its dome, / And quench the starry blue!