The sleep that f lits on baby?s eyes—does anybody know from where it comes?Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment.From there it comes to kiss baby?s eyes.
The smile that f lickers on baby?s lips when he sleeps—does anybody know where it was born?Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed morning—the smile that flickers on baby?s lips when he sleeps.
The sweet, sof t freshness that blooms on baby?s limbs—does anybody know where it was hidden so long?Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent mystery of love—the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby?s limbs.
