THE sleep that flits on baby's eyes--does anybody know from where it comes? Yes, there is a that it has its where, in the fairy village among shadows of the forest dimly lit with glow-worms, there hang two shy buds of . From there it comes to kiss baby's eyes.  
The smile that 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 that blooms on baby's limbs--does anybody know where it was hidden so long? Yes, when the mother was a young girl it lay her heart in tender and silent mystery of love--the sweet, soft freshness that has bloomed on baby's limbs.