In the quiet time of day,
a small soul rests sound asleep.
Lying softly on his right side,
He sleeps in peace, serene and deep.
A tender face, so pure, so clean,
softened by an innocent gleam.
With slumber\'s grace, he softly lies,
wrapped in a blanket of perfect peace.
So sound asleep, so deeply calm,
held by grandma\'s loving balm.
A tender gift from heaven\'s hand,
Our Noah sleeps—a blessing grand.