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My baby slept -- how calm his rest, / As o'er his handsome face a smile / Like that of angel flitted, while / He lay so still upon my breast!
My baby slept -- his baby head / Lay all unkiss'd 'neath pall and shroud: / I did not weep or cry aloud -- / I only wished I, too, were dead!
My baby sleeps -- a tiny mound, / All covered by the little flowers, / Woos me in all my waking hours, / Down in the quiet burying-ground.
And when I sleep I seem to be / With baby in another land -- / I take his little baby hand -- / He smiles and sings sweet songs to me.
Sleep on, O baby, while I keep / My vigils till this day be passed! / Then shall I, too, lie down at last, / And with my baby darling sleep.