Where your baby will be your baby still.
No news of him will ever pain
Your aching, loving heart again.
Silent he sleeps in the earth’s cool breast,
And when life’s sun has set, in the west,
And you lie down at his side, he will
Be your darling baby still.
Only a little while ahead—
A little nap for the silent dead—
A little trouble, and sorrow, and pain,