Classic Poem

Dream , Baby, dream!
The stars are glowing.
Hear'st thou the stream?
'Tis softly flowing.
All gently glide the Hours:
Above, no tempest lowers:
Below, are fragrant flowers
In silence growing.

Sleep, Baby, sleep,
'Till dawn to-morrow!
Why should'st thou weep,
Who know'st not sorrow?
Too soon come pains and fears;
Too soon a cause for tears:
So from thy future years
No sadness borrow!

Dream, Baby, dream!
Thine eyelids quiver.
Know'st thou the theme
Of yon soft river?
It saith “Be calm, Be sure,
Unfailing, gentle, pure;
So shall thy life endure,
Like mine, for ever!”