II.
Our little cradled boy, He sleeps--and in his sleep, Smiles, with an angel joy, Which tells thee not to weep. I'll kneel beside, and kiss-- He will not wake the while, Thus dreaming of the bliss, That bids thee, too, to smile.
Our little cradled boy, He sleeps--and in his sleep, Smiles, with an angel joy, Which tells thee not to weep. I'll kneel beside, and kiss-- He will not wake the while, Thus dreaming of the bliss, That bids thee, too, to smile.