Drink, little love, The pearly stream No eye can see That flows for thee; Drink, love, and dream. Sweet baby thought, Fresh and untaught, Bright-winged and free, Glide on and see The golden beams, And silvery streams; The budding flowers And starry bowers That glow and gleam In baby’s dream. Drink, little love. Thy mother’s eye, Like yonder star That shines afar In azure sky, Is bent on thee Each smile to see; Each want to fill; Each fear to still; And give thee rest Upon her breast. Her throbbing heart Beats to the song Her lips prolong. Should baby start From fearful dream, A fresher stream Of song will rise From mother then, Till baby’s eyes Close soft again. O little one, Life just begun, Bud newly born, Life’s early morn, Harp newly strung, Song never sung, Angel unknown, Thou art my own! Saviour, behold, Dearer than gold This pearl of love From God above: Priceless and pure, Gem to endure. Lord, it is Thine; O make it shine With jewels there In holy light, And let me see Its glow so bright, Where glories bloom Beyond the tomb. Sleep, little one! I’ll cradle thee Upon my breast. Thou art to be A glorious saint Before the throne; To sing and praise Our Lord, our own. I know it now; Upon this brow I press so oft With kisses soft, A crown of light Will glitter bright; Forever then I’ll love thee, when On that glad shore, To part no more, I clasp my love Safe, safe above. The covenant Is sure, if I, With faithful hold And courage bold, To Christ draw nigh And teach thy heart The better part.