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FINLAND SONG.
ADDRESSED BY A MOTHER TO HER CHILD.
Sweet bird of the meadow, oh, soft be thy rest!Thy mother will wake thee at morn from thy nest;
She has made a soft nest, little red-breast, for thee,
Of the leaves of the birch and the moss of the tree.
Then soothe thee, sweet bird of my bosom, once more!
'Tis Sleep, little infant, that stands at the door.—
“Where is the sweet babe,” you may hear how he cries,
“Where is the sweet babe in his cradle that lies,
“In his cradle, soft swaddled in vestments of down?
“'Tis mine to watch o'er him till darkness be flown.”
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