Sleep, Timothy, Sleep.
Let wishes dance
About your feet,
For now.
Let angels fill your dreams
While all is yet
As it seems.
Sleep, Baby, Sleep.
And worry not of
Place or times,
As yet be happy
With childhood rhymes.
Sleep, Dreamer, Sleep.
Let your fancies
Fill your age
Forever,
And keep your heart
As sage
In waking hours.
Sleep, Angel, Sleep.
From our Father with
Candent smile,
To brighten
Then light again
Where Angels sleep.
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