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CRADLE SONG.
In the wingèd cradle of sleep I lay
My darling gently down;
Kissed and closed are his eyes of gray,
Under his curls' bright crown.
My darling gently down;
Kissed and closed are his eyes of gray,
Under his curls' bright crown.
Where, oh where, will he fly and float,
In the wingèd cradle of sleep?
Whom will he meet in the worlds remote,
While he slumbers soft and deep?
In the wingèd cradle of sleep?
Whom will he meet in the worlds remote,
While he slumbers soft and deep?
Warm and sweet as a white blush rose,
His small hand lies in mine,
But I cannot follow him where he goes,
And he gives no word nor sign.
His small hand lies in mine,
But I cannot follow him where he goes,
And he gives no word nor sign.
Keep him safe ye heavenly powers,
In dream-land vast and dim,
Let no ill, through the night's long hours,
Come nigh to trouble him.
In dream-land vast and dim,
Let no ill, through the night's long hours,
Come nigh to trouble him.
Give him back, when the dawn shall break,
With his matchless baby charms,
With his love and his beauty all awake.
Into my happy arms!
With his matchless baby charms,
With his love and his beauty all awake.
Into my happy arms!
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