 | Virginalia ; or, songs of my summer nights |  |
CRADLE-SONG.
As the Dove, with her lily-white wings,
Overshadows her young in her nest;
So, thy mother will watch while she sings,
To her beautiful babe on her breast.
Thy sisters, that once were so bright,
Are now gone to their home in the sky;
And thy father is watching to-night,
For fear that his Emma may die.
Then sleep, little Emma, my pretty baby dear!
Thou fairest of babes ever born!
Thy father, who loves thee, is watching thee near,
And will watch thee all night till the morn.
When thy mother is nigh,
She will sing Isu-bye;
And when she is away,
I will sing, all the day,
Lullaby! lullaby!
Overshadows her young in her nest;
So, thy mother will watch while she sings,
To her beautiful babe on her breast.
Thy sisters, that once were so bright,
Are now gone to their home in the sky;
And thy father is watching to-night,
For fear that his Emma may die.
Then sleep, little Emma, my pretty baby dear!
Thou fairest of babes ever born!
Thy father, who loves thee, is watching thee near,
And will watch thee all night till the morn.
When thy mother is nigh,
She will sing Isu-bye;
And when she is away,
I will sing, all the day,
Lullaby! lullaby!
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The Angels are whispering her now!
See! see how she smiles in her sleep!
Be silent! or speak to her low—
For fear you may make her to weep!
Oh! guard her, ye Angels above!
Protect her, awake or asleep!
For the sake of her father's dear love,
Which keeps him awake now to weep!
Then sleep, little Emma, my pretty baby dear!
Thou fairest of babes ever born!
Thy father, who loves thee, is watching thee near,
And will watch thee all night till the morn.
When thy mother is nigh,
She will sing Isu-bye;
And when she is away,
I will sing, all the day,
Lullaby! lullaby!
See! see how she smiles in her sleep!
Be silent! or speak to her low—
For fear you may make her to weep!
Oh! guard her, ye Angels above!
Protect her, awake or asleep!
For the sake of her father's dear love,
Which keeps him awake now to weep!
Then sleep, little Emma, my pretty baby dear!
Thou fairest of babes ever born!
Thy father, who loves thee, is watching thee near,
And will watch thee all night till the morn.
When thy mother is nigh,
She will sing Isu-bye;
And when she is away,
I will sing, all the day,
Lullaby! lullaby!
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