Sleep, little love: Thy tiny feet Are yet to tread The golden street. And thou wilt glide With angel bands ’Mong starry worlds In fadeless lands; And praising God With harp and voice, Thy mother’s soul Shall then rejoice. O then these years Of pain and tears Will all be fled! Rest, little head, While shadows come About our home; And stars of night Shine down so bright, From that sweet place Where angels sing Of truth and grace. On tireless wing We, too, will rise, O darling one! To yonder skies,— The victory won, The journey done; With joy to stand, Hand clasped in hand, Upon the heights Of true delights, Where music flows In deathless stream; And want and woes, And chilling snows, Like thy short dream, Forever past; Where Jesus Blest Shall lead the throng; And that sweet song Of dying love We’ll sing above. Rest, babe of bliss, On my fond breast; Sweet is thy kiss: O I am blest! Angel unknown, Lord, ’tis Thine own! THE BAPTISM This sweet little Lily, this babe of our love, This gift of our Father in glory above,— O Crucified Saviour, we bring her to Thee To make her as pure as the lily to be; Thy Spirit attend her, nor leave her alone. O make her to love Thee and seal her Thine own! Thus may she forever dwell close to Thy breast, And enter all blood-washed, the Heavenly Rest. ODE TO THE MOON Pretty Moon, do you remember What was Eve’s first lullaby, When she swung the little hammock As the bird-songs floated by, And you smiled down from the sky? Lovely Moon, do you remember What was Noah’s anthem sweet That they sang upon the Deluge When the storms had ceased to beat, And the stars looked down to greet? Lovely Moon, do you remember That sweet song the angels sung When the shepherds of Judea Sang a song for every tongue, And through heaven and earth it rung? Lovely Moon, you’ve seen these glories: Through the ages thy calm smile Silent keeps the wondrous stories Hidden from our eyes awhile, As we walk this starry isle. And your lamp is ever burning, Though the clouds it from us hide; Your fair face is always shining, Ever since Eve was a bride And the earth one homestead wide. Lovely Moon, the baby loves you: Light with silver floods the mist, Light the clouds that try to hide you, Sea and plain and mountain crest; All things smile that thou dost kiss. THE MOON AND HER STAR