Baby

Sunbeams through the door-way peep,

Shadows o'er the floor now creep;

Baby dear is rocked to sleep,

Careful watch the angels keep.

Rose-bud lips, too young to pray,

Tiny feet, too small to stray;

Dimpled hands, so tired with play,

Hushed in peaceful slumber lay.

Baby form, with face so fair,

Eyes of blue, and golden hair;

All the charm of beauty there,

Make her life a tender care.