Poems (Kimball)/"Sleep, sweetest Babe, and dream"
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CRADLE SONGS.
(WRITTEN FOR MRS. H. E. H.)
I.
SLEEP, sweetest babe, and dream
In the red firelight's gleam;
The storm clouds fill the sky.
Thou canst not dream of harm,
Soothed by the mother-charm,
A tender lullaby.
In the red firelight's gleam;
The storm clouds fill the sky.
Thou canst not dream of harm,
Soothed by the mother-charm,
A tender lullaby.
Sleep! Though the wild wind blows
And drifts the blinding snows,
All feathery soft they lie.
The rhythm of the sleet
Reaches thy hushed retreat,
A gentle lullaby.
And drifts the blinding snows,
All feathery soft they lie.
The rhythm of the sleet
Reaches thy hushed retreat,
A gentle lullaby.
Close to thy mother's side
Sleep, warm and satisfied.
How sweet thy baby sigh!
Dear dove! the storm is o'er;
The waves lisp on the shore
A ceaseless lullaby.
Sleep, warm and satisfied.
How sweet thy baby sigh!
Dear dove! the storm is o'er;
The waves lisp on the shore
A ceaseless lullaby.
Sleep! Earth no more is drear
Since that sweet Babe was here
Whose angels thronged the sky.
Sleep! Only mothers know
That night of long ago
When Mary bending low,
Sang Jesu's lullaby.
Since that sweet Babe was here
Whose angels thronged the sky.
Sleep! Only mothers know
That night of long ago
When Mary bending low,
Sang Jesu's lullaby.