Blake’s Cradle Song Sting

Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams

Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown
Sweet Sleep, Angel mild
Hover o'er my happy child

Sleep, sleep, happy child
All creation slept and smil'd
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep
While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace
Sweet babe once like thee
Maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me, for thee, for all
When He was an infant small
Thou His image ever see
Heavenly face that smiles on thee

Smiles on thee, on me, on all
Who became an infant small
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles