Song over the Cradle of Two Infant Sisters, Sleeping

Sweet be their rest! no ghastly things
To scare their dreams, assemble here;
But safe beneath good angels' wings
May each repose from year to year.

Cheerful, like some long summer-day,
May all their waking moments flow,
Happier, as run life's sands away,
Unstained by sin, untouched by woe.

As now they sleep, serene and pure,
Their little arms entwined in love,
So may they live, obey, endure,
And shine with yon bright host above.

Sweet be their rest! no ghastly things
To scare their dreams, assemble here;
But safe beneath good angels' wings
May each repose from year to year.

Cheerful, like some long summer-day,
May all their waking moments flow,
Happier, as run life's sands away,
Unstained by sin, untouched by woe.

As now they sleep, serene and pure,
Their little arms entwined in love,
So may they live, obey, endure,
And shine with yon bright host above.
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