To sleep like a baby ...

Tis when the angel sleeps,
Innocent mind lost in slumber deep,
From dream to dream the conscience leaps,
The billowy cushions safely keep,
The angel who is fast asleep.

Tis when the angel dreams,
Peaceful, blissful, the whole world seems,
Not a shout, a tear, a scream,
Happiness spreads, and Mother Earth beams,
All of which happens when the angel dreams.

Tis when the angel opens her eyes,
To see faces. O! What a surprise!
A whole new world to realize,
When asked to wake, when asked to rise,
Tis then the angel cries.