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A LULLABY.
Little feet that fain would run,
Hands that move in unison,
Eager eyes of ocean blue
Seeking something yet to do—
Ah, my baby, lie and rest
Longer on a loving breast!
Hands that move in unison,
Eager eyes of ocean blue
Seeking something yet to do—
Ah, my baby, lie and rest
Longer on a loving breast!
O that through a meadow sweet
Still might fare these little feet!
That these hands, so seldom still,
Might escape the touch of ill!
Ah, my baby, lie and rest;
Life is good, but love is best.
Still might fare these little feet!
That these hands, so seldom still,
Might escape the touch of ill!
Ah, my baby, lie and rest;
Life is good, but love is best.
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