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A HUSHABY SONG.
Come, tender babe, and on this breast
Thy silken, golden ringlets rest;
Shut up thine eyes, those limpid eyes,
As blue, as sunny as the skies;
Hush, hush thy sobbing, go to sleep,
While angels o'er thee vigils keep.
Thy silken, golden ringlets rest;
Shut up thine eyes, those limpid eyes,
As blue, as sunny as the skies;
Hush, hush thy sobbing, go to sleep,
While angels o'er thee vigils keep.
He sleeps, my darling baby boy,
My life, my hope, my sweetest joy!
How like a budding, blushing rose
His tiny mouth, now in repose!
How white his chubby, dimpled fists,
How plump and creased his baby wrists!
His little neck, how soft and sleek,
His chubby legs, how childish weak!
How sweet to gaze on baby's face
And dream of future manhood days.
My life, my hope, my sweetest joy!
How like a budding, blushing rose
His tiny mouth, now in repose!
How white his chubby, dimpled fists,
How plump and creased his baby wrists!
His little neck, how soft and sleek,
His chubby legs, how childish weak!
How sweet to gaze on baby's face
And dream of future manhood days.
Who knows but in the time to be
His form shall grace the gallows tree?
Then shall his eyes so pure and bright
Be veiled by cap as black as night;
Then shall his tiny hands, alack!
Be strapped behind his sturdy back!
Then shall his chubby legs be bound
With cruel hempen cords around,
Then shall his neck so white and fair,
By brutal hands be laid all bare,
A ruthless noose adjusted here
Below his tiny, shell-like ear!
His form shall grace the gallows tree?
Then shall his eyes so pure and bright
Be veiled by cap as black as night;
Then shall his tiny hands, alack!
Be strapped behind his sturdy back!
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With cruel hempen cords around,
Then shall his neck so white and fair,
By brutal hands be laid all bare,
A ruthless noose adjusted here
Below his tiny, shell-like ear!
How sweet to gaze on baby's face
And dream of future manhood days!
And dream of future manhood days!
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