In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors. - William Blake

Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.

Can I see another's woe,
And not be in sorrow too?
Can I see another's grief,
And not seek for kind relief?

The bird a nest, the spider a web, man friendship.