The Source

The sleep that flits on baby's eyes-does anybody know from where

it comes? Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,

in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with

glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of enchantment. From there it

comes to kiss baby's eyes.

The smile that flickers on baby's lips when he sleeps-does

anybody know where it was born? Yes, there is a rumour that a young

pale beam of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing autumn

cloud, and there the smile was first born in the dream of a dew

washed morning-the smile that flickers on baby's lips when he

sleeps.

The sweet, soft freshness hat blooms on baby's limbs-does

anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was

a young girl it lay pervading her heart in tender and silent

mystery of love-the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on

baby's limbs.