Sweet babe, in thy face Soft desires I can trace, Secret joys and secret smiles, Little pretty infant wiles

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds, / And binding with briars my joys and desires.

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,Dreaming in the joys of night;Sleep, sleep; in thy sleepLittle sorrows sit and weep.

Every tear from every eye / Becomes a babe in Eternity.

There is a smile of love,And there is a smile of deceit,And there is a smile of smilesIn which these two smiles meet.

Joys impregnate, sorrows bring forth.