Angels from on high,
Resting in these lovely flowers,
Sing thee lullaby.
“Bending o’er thee, darling child.
Kissing thy blue eye,
Singing softly to thy soul,
Sweetest lullaby.”
Thus sang the flowers to the child, as he slept beneath their waving bells; and he heard them, and listened to the lullaby of the angels. The flowers watched him as he listened, and saw how beautiful smiles played over his face, and then, how tear-drops chased each other down his fair cheek, and how he again smiled peacefully; and they grew curious, wishing to know why the child smiled and wept by turns. And they sang to him again:—
“Child, among us lying,
And so softly sleeping,