THE BABY'S STAR

THE Star that watched you in your sleep
Has just put out his light.
"Good-day, to you on earth," he said,
"Is here in heaven Good-night.
"But tell the Baby when he wakes
To watch for my return;
For I'll hang out my lamp again
When his begins to burn."

SLUMBER-SONG

LO, in the west
A cloud at rest—
A babe upon its mother's breast—
Is sleeping now.
Above it beams
A star that seems
To shed the light of holy dreams
Upon its brow.
But cloud and star,
Tho' nearer far
They seem, my Babe, more distant are
From heaven than thou.