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SEA-BIRDS are asleep,
Of this elfin land;
Hush thee, O my child,
Roden Noel SWEET AND LOW
SWEET and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Wind of the western sea !
Blow him again to me;
Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon ; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
A CRADLE HYMN
Hush! my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed ! Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.