SEA SLUMBER-SONG SEA-BIRDS are asleep, The world forgets to weep, Sea murmurs her soft slumber-song On the shadowy sand Of this elfin land; "I, the Mother mild, Hush thee, O my child, Dream, the rocks and caves, Of this elfin land; To slumber woos and wins, Roden Noel SWEET AND LOW SWEET and low, sweet and low, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, 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. Alfred Tennyson A CRADLE HYMN HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber, Sleep, my babe; thy food and raiment, All without thy care or payment: How much better thou 'rt attended Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay, When His birthplace was a stable And His softest bed was hay. Blessed babe! what glorious features - Was there nothing but a manger To receive the heavenly stranger? Soft, my child: I did not chide thee, Though my song might sound too hard; 'Tis thy mother sits beside thee, And her arms shall be thy guard. Yet to read the shameful story How the Jews abused their King, How they served the Lord of Glory, Makes me angry while I sing. See the kinder shepherds round Him, Where they sought Him, there they found With His Virgin mother by. See the lovely babe a-dressing; Lo, He slumbers in His manger, 'T was to save thee, child, from dying, Bitter groans and endless crying, May'st thou live to know and fear Him, Then go dwell forever near Him, Isaac Watts CRADLE SONG ERE the moon begins to rise All the blue bells close their eyes- Thine, dear, thine! Birds are sleeping in the nest Thus, against the mother-breast So sleep thou, Sleep, sleep, thou! Thomas Bailey Aldrich SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP SLEEP, baby, sleep! Thy father watches the sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, And down falls a little dream on thee: Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs I guess, The fair moon is the shepherdess : Sleep, baby, sleep! Anonymous |