Piper, pipe that song again. So I sung the same again, While he wept with joy to hear. Piper, sit thee down and write In a book, that all may read. And I wrote my happy songs Every child may joy to hear. The starry floor, The watery shore, Is given thee till the break of day.
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 does rest. In thy little heart asleep. When thy little heart does wake Then the dreadful lightnings break, From thy cheek and from thy eye, O'er the youthful harvests nigh. Infant wiles and infant smiles Heaven and Earth of peace beguiles.