Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900.

By EugeneField

1037 Garden and Cradle

WHEN our babe he goeth walking in his garden,

Around his tinkling feet the sunbeams play;

The posies they are good to him,

And bow them as they should to him,

As fareth he upon his kingly way;

And birdlings of the wood to him

Make music, gentle music, all the day,

When our babe he goeth walking in his garden.

When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle,

Then the night it looketh ever sweetly down;

The little stars are kind to him,

The moon she hath a mind to him,

And layeth on his head a golden crown;

And singeth then the wind to him

A song, the gentle song of Bethle’m town,

When our babe he goeth swinging in his cradle.