Sleep
my little one
sleep
Narrow thy bed and deep;
Hunger
nor thirst
nor cruel pain
Ever can hurt my babe again;
I
thy mother
will bend and sing
Watch thee slumbering.
sleep.
Soon in the angels’ tender arms
Close sheltered there from earth’s alarms
Thou wilt waken
sweet baby mine
In thy home divine.
Folded your hands in death’s mute prayer
Never to reach in wild despair;
anguish
will soon be o’er
I can weep no more;
too
shall soon be laid to rest
Close by the side of baby blest;
Safe is baby
earth’s anguish done
Keep thee
holy one;
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