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BABY AND I.
Baby and I, in the twilight sweet,
Hearing the weary birds repeat
Cheery good-nights, from tree to tree,
Dearest of all day's comfort see;
For weary, too,
We kiss and coo,
He gives up all his world for me.
Hearing the weary birds repeat
Cheery good-nights, from tree to tree,
Dearest of all day's comfort see;
For weary, too,
We kiss and coo,
He gives up all his world for me.
Baby and I, in the twilight glow,
Watching the branches to and fro,
Waving good-nights to the golden west,
Welcome the hour we love the best;
We rock and sing,
Till sleep we bring,
Who folds him in her downy nest.
Watching the branches to and fro,
Waving good-nights to the golden west,
Welcome the hour we love the best;
We rock and sing,
Till sleep we bring,
Who folds him in her downy nest.
Lingering still in the twilight grey,
After the radiance fades away,
I watch my darling, so still, so fair,
With thankful heart that to my care,
For happiness
No words express,
Awhile God trusts a gift so dear.
After the radiance fades away,
I watch my darling, so still, so fair,
With thankful heart that to my care,
For happiness
No words express,
Awhile God trusts a gift so dear.
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As in his little bed I place
My babe, in all his slumbering grace,
Heaven's starry lamps are lit on high,
One, angel borne, now flashes by,
And by their light
Through all the night,
Celestial watchers will be nigh.
My babe, in all his slumbering grace,
Heaven's starry lamps are lit on high,
One, angel borne, now flashes by,
And by their light
Through all the night,
Celestial watchers will be nigh.
October 30th, 1881.
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