SOFTLY IN THE CRADLE LIE.

Softly in the cradle lie,
Thy father's hope, thy mother's joy;
Sweetly rest in balmy sleep,
Do not wake to sigh and weep.

Softly in the cradle lie;
A mother's heart thy wants supply;
She can rest if thou repose,
Sweetly then thine eyelids close.

Softly in the cradle lie,
Frail bud of immortality;
Soon thy blossom may unfold
Fragrant mid the harps of gold.