Dear little One! how sweet Thou art,
                                        
                                        Thine eyes so bright they shine,
                                        
                                        So bright they almost seem to speak
                                        
                                        When Mary’s looks meet Thine.
                                        
                                        How faint and feeble is Thy cry,
                                        
                                        Like plaint of harmless dove,
                                        
                                        When Thou dost murmur in Thy sleep
                                        
                                        Of sorrow and of love.