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THE WIND.
The wind it may roar in the forest,
And stir up the stormy deep,
If it do not cry round the cradle,
Where my little one lies asleep.
And stir up the stormy deep,
If it do not cry round the cradle,
Where my little one lies asleep.
The rain it may beat on the casement,
If it do not grow too wild,
To trouble the angel laughter
From the dreaming brow of my child.
If it do not grow too wild,
To trouble the angel laughter
From the dreaming brow of my child.
The wind it may wail in the woodland,
And sob to the sighing wave,
If it do not scatter the daisies
From their home on my little one's grave.
And sob to the sighing wave,
If it do not scatter the daisies
From their home on my little one's grave.
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The rain it may trickle down softly
To make green the grassy nest;
So it wake not to weeping the sleeper
So far from her mother's breast.
To make green the grassy nest;
So it wake not to weeping the sleeper
So far from her mother's breast.
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