The sleep that flits on baby's eyes—does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, it is rumoured that it has its dwelling where in the fairy village among shadows of the forest, dimly lit with glow worms there hang twin timid buds of parule. From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.
The fleeting smile that flickers on baby's lips when it sleeps—does anybody know where it had its birth? Yes, it is heard, that a young pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn cloud and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew-washed dawn—the smile that flickers on baby's lips when it sleeps.
The sweet soft freshness that blooms on baby's limbs—does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes,
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