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18 SONGS FOR THE NURSERY. |
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Sleep, baby, sleep!
The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Our Saviour loves his sheep; He is the Lamb of God ou high, Who for our sakes came down to die.
Sleep, baby, sleep! |
But after a while, when she woke in the night, The first thing she saw was that little star's light; It twinkled and twinkled, and roused her from sleep. "Aha!" laughed the child," we can both play bopeep!" |
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SWEET AND LOW.
Alfred Tennyson.
Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon: Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep. |
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OLD GAELIC LULLABY.
Hush! the waves are rolling in,
White with foam, white with foam ;
Father toils amid the diu ; But baby sleeps at home.
Hush! the winds roar hoarse and deep-On they come, on they come !
Brother seeks the wandering sheep ; But baby sleeps at home.
Hush! the rain sweeps o'er the knowes, Where they roam, where they roam;
Sister goes to seek the cows; But baby sleeps at home. |
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WILLIE WINKIE.
William Miller.
Wee Willie Winkie
Runs through the town, Up-stairs, and down-stairs,
In his night-gown, Tapping at the window,
Crying at the lock, "Are the weans in their bed;
For it's now ten o'clock .'"
" Hey! Willie Winkie,
Are you coming, then ? The cat's singing gray thrums
To the sleeping hen; The dog is lying on the floor
And does not even peep; But here's a wakeful laddie
That will not fall asleep."
Any thing but sleep, you rogue!
Glowering like the moon : Rattling in an iron jug
With an iron spoon; |
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PLAYING BOPEEP WITH THE STAR.
" Who are you winking at, bright little star ? Hanging aloue, 'way up ever so far; Trembling and flashing aloft in the blue� Answer my question, and answer me true."
She stood by the window, all ready for bed, Yet lingered to hear what the little star said; But naught would it do but wink its bright eye, Alone by itself in the depths of the sky.
"I fear you are dumb," said the wee little sprite, " Or else you would answer my question to-night. We whisper and talk to each other down here ; I think you could speak, if you chose to, my dear."
What do you think the little star did ? It willfully slipped out of sight, and was hid By a snip of a cloud that floated close by, And never vouchsafed her a wink or reply. |
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