Blake's Cradle Song

Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's 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 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 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 and earth to peace beguiles