Sleep on My Child
By R.J.H.
Sleep on, my child, in peaceful rest,
While lovely visions round thee play;
No care or grief has touched thy breast,
Thy life is yet a cloudless day.
Far distant is my childhood’s home—
No mother’s smiles—no father’s care!
Oh! how I’d love again to roam,
Where once my little playmates were!
Sleep on, thou hast not felt the chain;
But though ’tis yet unmingled joy,
I may not see those smiles again,
Nor clasp thee to my breast, my boy.
And must I see thee toil and bleed!
Thy manly soul in fetters tied;
’Twill wring thy mother’s heart indeed—
Oh! would to God that I had died!
That soul God’s own bright image bears—
But oh! no tongue thy woes can tell;
Thy lot is cast in blood and tears,
And soon these lips must say—farewell!