Sleep, little baby, sleep;

The holy Angels love thee,

And guard thy bed, and keep

A blessed watch above thee.

No spirit can come near

Nor evil beast to harm thee:

Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear

Where nothing need alarm thee.

The love which doth not sleep,

The eternal Arms surround thee:

The Shepherd of the sheep

In perfect Love hath found thee.

Sleep through the holy night,

Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,

Until thou wake to light

And Love and warmth to-morrow.

Christina Rossetti