Page:Poems Freston.djvu/108

From Wikisource
Jump to navigation Jump to search
This page has been proofread, but needs to be validated.
94
Poems

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,

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.