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