He's Fast Asleep. See How, O Wife, Night'S Finger On The Lip Of Life Bids Whist The Tongue, So Prattle-Rife, Of Busy Baby Charley. One Arm Stretched Backward Round His Head, Five Little Toes From Out The Bed Just Showing, Like Five Rosebuds Red, - So Slumbers Baby Charley. Heaven-Lights, I Know, Are Beaming Through Those Lucent Eyelids, Veined With Blue, That Shut Away From Mortal View Large Eyes Of Baby Charley. O Sweet Sleep-Angel, Throned Now On The Round Glory Of His Brow, Wave Thy Wing And Waft My Vow Breathed Over Baby Charley. I Vow That My Heart, When Death Is Nigh, Shall Never Shiver With A Sigh For Act Of Hand Or Tongue Or Eye That Wronged My Baby Charley! Macon, Georgia, December, 1869.