A cradle song

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Sleep sleep;in thy sleep
Thou wilt every secret keep
Little sorrows sit & weep


Sleep sleep beauty bright
Dreaming oer the joys of night


As thy softest limbs I touch feel
Smiles as of the mornin steal
Oer thy cheek & oer thy breast
Where thy little heart does rest

O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep
When thy little heart does wake
then the dreadful lightnings break

Sweet babe in thy face
Soft desires I can trace
Secret joys & secret smiles
Little pretty infant wiles

From thy cheek & from thy eye
Oer the youthful harvests nigh
Infant wiles & infant smiles
Heaven & earth of peace beguiles


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