text:  How softly does the spirit of the watcher overshadow the cradle with the purest influences of its own sanctified sorrows while she thus speaks!-- "_I_ who cannot sleep as well Shall I sigh to view you? Or sigh further to foretell All that may undo you? Nay keep smiling little child Ere the sorrow neareth -- _I_ will smile too! Patience mild Pleasure's token weareth