Hush, little one, and fold your hands —
The sun hath set, the moon is high;
The sea is singing to the sands,
And wakeful posies are beguiled
By many a fairy lullaby —
Hush, little child — my little child!
Dream, little one, and in your dreams
Float upward from this lowly place —
Float out on mellow, misty streams
To lands where bideth Mary mild,
And let her kiss thy little face,
You little child — my little child!
Sleep, little one, and take thy rest —
With angels bending over thee,
Sleep sweetly on that Father’s breast
Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled —
But stay not there — come back to me,
Oh, little child — my little child!
