A BABY SONG.

By Elizabeth Stoddard

Come, white angels, to baby and me;

Touch his blue eyes with the image of sleep,

In his surprise he will cease to weep;

Hush, child, the angels are coming to thee!

Come, white doves, to baby and me;

Softly whirr in the silent air,

Flutter about his golden hair:

Hark, child, the doves are cooing to thee!

Come, white lilies, to baby and me;

Drowsily nod before his eyes,

So full of wonder, so round and wise:

Hist, child, the lily-bells tinkle for thee!

Come, white moon, to baby and me;

Gently glide o'er the ocean of sleep,

Silver the waves of its shadowy deep:

Sleep, child, and the whitest of dreams to thee.