Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray
Brings to the world the glad tidings of day;
Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight--
Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight,
Thy pillow shall sacred be
From all outward alarms;
Thou, thou are the world to me
In thine innocent charms. 

Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
 Wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,
 Pray that the angels will shield thee from harm