Sleep my baby, hush, my darling,
Golden stars drift all about your bed;
And while the soft grey veils of sleep
Over your little helpless body creep
Mine arms shall fold you Close,
and hold you Bathed in the dews
of the spirit's fountain head.

From your sleepy world of stars and dreams
Stretch our your tiny hands rememb'ring me.
Through pallid mists and memories
My sweet dead stars fall in the sighing seas.
You have I only, I that am lonely,
O give me love as I give love to thee!