Musings in Maoriland
Good Night to Baby
Good Night to Baby.
Where is Babe, to-night? I miss him —
Where is little Bright Eyes? bless him!
Bend above his cot and kiss him,
Say "good night" to Baby.
Say "good night," though he be sleeping,
List'ning cherubs will be peeping
Through God's windows, fondly keeping
Loving watch o'er Baby.
They will catch the words with pleasure,
Floating downwards through the azure;
They will cluster round your treasure,
Whisp'ring them to Baby.
They will tell him many a story
Of their Golden City's glory—
Wiser than his grandsire hoary,
Happy little Baby!
Purer sight to him is given,
All the star-nail'd gates are riven,
Opening up a view of heaven
In his dreams to Baby.