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Slumber Song.
Earth is too wide for thy weak little feet?
Life is too weary?—and Heaven so sweet?
Idol of love; soul of my heart;
Heaven is thine who of Heaven wast part.”
Life is too weary?—and Heaven so sweet?
Idol of love; soul of my heart;
Heaven is thine who of Heaven wast part.”
Life and its toil, death and its sleep,
Children must wander and mothers will weep;
Life is so wide, death is so cold,
Other embraces than mother’s enfold:—
Children are mothers and mothers are gone,
Cradles are rocking for evermore on;
Children are born, never remain,—
Life is a rocking of pleasure and pain.
Children must wander and mothers will weep;
Life is so wide, death is so cold,
Other embraces than mother’s enfold:—
Children are mothers and mothers are gone,
Cradles are rocking for evermore on;
Children are born, never remain,—
Life is a rocking of pleasure and pain.
CX.
Slumber Song.
Now the golden day is ending,
See the quiet night descending,
Stealing, stealing all the colours, all the roses from the west.
Safe at home each bird is keeping
Watch o’er nest and children sleeping,
Dreaming tender dreams of sunshine, sleeping warm, for sleep is best.
Sleep then, sleep, my little daughter,
Sleep to sound of running water,
Singing, singing through the twilight, singing little things to rest.
See the quiet night descending,
Stealing, stealing all the colours, all the roses from the west.
Safe at home each bird is keeping
Watch o’er nest and children sleeping,
Dreaming tender dreams of sunshine, sleeping warm, for sleep is best.
Sleep then, sleep, my little daughter,
Sleep to sound of running water,
Singing, singing through the twilight, singing little things to rest.