Sleep, little Baby, sleep, <br />The holy Angels love thee, <br />And guard thy bed, and keep <br />A blessed watch above thee. <br />No spirit can come near <br />Nor evil beast to harm thee: <br />Sleep, Sweet, devoid of fear <br />Where nothing need alarm thee. <br /> <br />The Love which doth not sleep, <br />The eternal arms around thee: <br />The shepherd of the sheep <br />In perfect love has found thee. <br />Sleep through the holy night, <br />Christ-kept from snare and sorrow, <br />Until thou wake to light <br />And love and warmth to-morrow.<br /><br />Christina Georgina Rossetti<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-innocents/
