Baby Charley
He's fast asleep. See how, O Wife,Night's finger on the lip of lifeBids whist the tongue, so prattle-rife,Of busy Baby Charley.
One arm stretched backward round his head,Five little toes from out the bedJust showing, like five rosebuds red,-- So slumbers Baby Charley.
Heaven-lights, I know, are beaming throughThose lucent eyelids, veined with blue,That shut away from mortal viewLarge eyes of Baby Charley.
O sweet Sleep-Angel, throned nowOn the round glory of his brow,Wave thy wing and waft my vowBreathed over Baby Charley.
I vow that my heart, when death is nigh,Shall never shiver with a sighFor act of hand or tongue or eyeThat wronged my Baby Charley!
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