‘The offspring of his high command;
‘Will not his name become thy shield,
‘His terrors strong protection yield?
‘Unto the will of Heav’n resign’d,
‘Let doubt no more disturb my mid;
‘This precept soothes my troubles breast,
‘Whatever God ordains is best.
‘Sleep on—then sleep, my baby fair,
‘May Heav’n thy infant beauty spare.
‘Sleep on—sleep on, thy mother’s pride,