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36
SLUMBER-SONG
Lo, in the west
A cloud at rest—
A babe upon its mother's breast—
Is sleeping now.
A cloud at rest—
A babe upon its mother's breast—
Is sleeping now.
Above it beams
A star that seems
To shed the light of holy dreams
Upon its brow.
A star that seems
To shed the light of holy dreams
Upon its brow.
But cloud and star,
Tho' nearer far
They seem, my Babe, more distant are
From heaven than thou.
Tho' nearer far
They seem, my Babe, more distant are
From heaven than thou.
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