Light and rosy be thy slumbers Rock'd upon thy mother's breast, She can lull thee with her numbers To the cradle heav'n of rest. In her heart is love revolving, Like the planets or the moon; Hopes and pleasures fondly solving Keeping ev'ry thought in tune. When thy look her care inviteth, All the mother tums to thee, And her inmost life delighteth, Drinking from thy cup of glee. O'er thee now her spirit, bendeth; Child of promise cherished well! With thine own her being blendeth, Hallow'd by affeetion's spell.