English poem
Baby Asleep Again in the Cot
by Maria Arthington (?–1863)
Should any cause of inward pain Make baby cry or start again, I'll warm its feet before the fire, Or see what else it may require; Over my shoulder gently throw And rock my baby to and fro. And now, asleep within the cot, It must be neither cold nor hot. If cold, I know it shortly will Awake, and feel itself quite ill; And if 'tis wrapp'd too tight and warm, Tho' babe may feel no present harm, 'Twill be relax'd, and feeble grow, And shortly lose its healthy glow. But with a blanket warm, yet light, And pillow not too great a height, With nothing else to tease or cumber, Baby will most sweetly slumber.