William Cox Bennett

1820

Cradle Song.

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leep! the bird is in its nest;

Sleep! the bee is hushed in rest;

Sleep! rocked on thy mother’s breast!

Lullaby!

To thy mother’s fond heart pressed,

Lullaby!

Sleep! the waning daylight dies;

Sleep! the stars dream in the skies;

Daisies long have closed their eyes;

Lullaby!

Calm, how calm on all things lies!

Lullaby!

Sleep then, sleep! my heart’s delight!

Sleep! and through the darksome night

Round thy bed God’s angels bright

Lullaby!

Guard thee till I come with light!

Lullaby!

My Roses Blossom the Whole Year Round.

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y roses blossom the whole year round;

For, O they grow on enchanted ground;

Divine is the earth

Where they spring to birth;

On dimpling cheeks with love and mirth,

They ’re found

They ’re ever found.

My lilies no change of seasons heed;

Nor shelter from storms or frosts they need;

For, O they grow

On a neck of snow,

Nor all the wintry blasts that blow

They heed,

They ever heed.

Cradle Song.

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ullaby! O lullaby!

Baby, hush that little cry!

Light is dying,

Bats are flying,

Bees to-day with work have done;

So, till comes the morrow’s sun,

Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry!

Lullaby! O lullaby!

Lullaby! O lullaby!

Hushed are all things far and nigh;

Flowers are closing,

Birds reposing,

All sweet things with life have done;

Sweet, till dawns the morning sun,

Sleep then kiss those blue eyes dry!

Lullaby! O lullaby!