Poems (Freston)/Lullaby
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For works with similar titles, see Lullaby.
LULLABY
TO JANET
Droop thy snowy eyelids down,
O'er thine eyes of Heaven's own blue!
Listen baby to the tone
Of angels whispering now to you;
Leaning o'er thy cradle bed,
They fold white wings above thy head,
And call thy fluttering soul away
To angelland to rest and play.
O'er thine eyes of Heaven's own blue!
Listen baby to the tone
Of angels whispering now to you;
Leaning o'er thy cradle bed,
They fold white wings above thy head,
And call thy fluttering soul away
To angelland to rest and play.
Sleep, my darling, sleep and rest,
Golden head on mother's breast,
Of all the gems in life's fair crown,
She holds thee richest,—oh, my own.
Sleep, my baby, sleep.
Golden head on mother's breast,
Of all the gems in life's fair crown,
She holds thee richest,—oh, my own.
Sleep, my baby, sleep.
Soft limbs cease thy restless play,
Prattling tongue be quiet now,
Hush thee, as this kiss I lay,
Like benediction, on thy brow.
Prattling tongue be quiet now,
Hush thee, as this kiss I lay,
Like benediction, on thy brow.
Haste thee baby, haste away,
Where dream angels for thee stay,
'Twas such a little while ago
You left them for my love I know,
Where dream angels for thee stay,
'Twas such a little while ago
You left them for my love I know,
They are calling, haste away,
To angelland to rest and play;
But do not thy return delay,
Mother wants thee more than they.
Sleep, my baby, sleep.
To angelland to rest and play;
But do not thy return delay,
Mother wants thee more than they.
Sleep, my baby, sleep.