Sleep, Sleep, Beauty Bright, Dreaming In The Joys Of Night; Sleep, Sleep; In Thy Sleep Little Sorrows Sit And Weep. Sweet Babe, In Thy Face Soft Desires I Can Trace, Secret Joys And Secret Smiles, Little Pretty Infant Wiles. As Thy Softest Limbs I Feel, Smiles As Of The Morning Steal O'Er Thy Cheek, And O'Er Thy Breast Where Thy Little Heart Doth Rest. O The Cunning Wiles That Creep In Thy Little Heart Asleep! When Thy Little Heart Doth Wake, Then The Dreadful Light Shall Break.