قراءة كتاب The Mother's Nursery Songs
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class="i0">Israel's Shepherd watches o'er thee;
No rude danger lies before thee,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep,
No longer weep;
Germ of beauty, bud and blossom,
Rest upon thy Savior's bosom,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
No longer weep;
Germ of beauty, bud and blossom,
Rest upon thy Savior's bosom,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Sleep, baby, sleep,
No longer weep;
Life has many a raging billow—
Rest upon thy downy pillow,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
No longer weep;
Life has many a raging billow—
Rest upon thy downy pillow,
Sleep, baby, sleep.
HUSHABY.
Hushaby, hushaby,
Baby, do not weep,
On thy downy pillow lie,
Softly, softly sleep.
Baby, do not weep,
On thy downy pillow lie,
Softly, softly sleep.
Hushaby, hushaby,
Now thine eyelids close;
While thy mother sitting by,
Watches thy repose.
Now thine eyelids close;
While thy mother sitting by,
Watches thy repose.
Hushaby, hushaby,
Think of no alarm,
Angel spirits round thee fly,
Guarding thee from harm.
Think of no alarm,
Angel spirits round thee fly,
Guarding thee from harm.
Hushaby, hushaby,
Slumber sweet be given;
On thy downy pillow lie,
Precious gift from heav'n!
Slumber sweet be given;
On thy downy pillow lie,
Precious gift from heav'n!
SLUMBER SWEET.
Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
My infant daughter dear:
No footstep rude
Shall here intrude,
Nor stranger shall come near.
Thine eyelids greet
My infant daughter dear:
No footstep rude
Shall here intrude,
Nor stranger shall come near.
Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
Within thy mother's arms;
She little tells
How feeling steals
O'er all thy rising charms.
Thine eyelids greet
Within thy mother's arms;
She little tells
How feeling steals
O'er all thy rising charms.
Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
And gentle dreams be thine;
To thee be given
The bliss of heav'n,
Where cherub angels shine.
Thine eyelids greet
And gentle dreams be thine;
To thee be given
The bliss of heav'n,
Where cherub angels shine.
SOFTLY IN THE CRADLE LIE.
Softly in the cradle lie,
Thy father's hope, thy mother's joy;
Sweetly rest in balmy sleep,
Do not wake to sigh and weep.
Thy father's hope, thy mother's joy;
Sweetly rest in balmy sleep,
Do not wake to sigh and weep.
Softly in the cradle lie;
A mother's heart thy wants supply;
She can rest if thou repose,
Sweetly then thine eyelids close.
A mother's heart thy wants supply;
She can rest if thou repose,
Sweetly then thine eyelids close.
Softly in the cradle lie,
Frail bud of immortality;
Soon thy blossom may unfold
Fragrant mid the harps of gold.
Frail bud of immortality;
Soon thy blossom may unfold
Fragrant mid the harps of gold.
O, DO NOT WAKE.
O, do not wake, sweet little one,
The night is dark and drear;
All that a mother could have done,
Has been perform'd with care.
The night is dark and drear;
All that a mother could have done,
Has been perform'd with care.
The pillow's soft on which you rest,
And sweetly you have fed;
Still lean upon your mother's breast
Your weary little head.
And sweetly you have fed;
Still lean upon your mother's breast
Your weary little head.
O, do not wake, sweet little one,
Nor tremble with alarm;
The Hand unseen you live upon
Preserves you still from harm.
Nor tremble with alarm;
The Hand unseen you live upon
Preserves you still from harm.
WELCOME, WELCOME.
Welcome, welcome, little stranger
To this busy world of care:
Nothing can thy peace endanger,
Nothing now thy steps ensnare.
To this busy world of care:
Nothing can thy peace endanger,
Nothing now thy steps ensnare.
Mother's heart is fill'd with pleasure,
All her feelings are awake;
Gladly would she, little treasure,
All thy pains and suff'rings take.
All her feelings are awake;
Gladly would she, little treasure,
All thy pains and suff'rings take.
May'st thou, if design'd by heaven,
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.
May her anxious cares and labors
Be repaid by filial love;
And thy soul be crown'd with favors
From the boundless source above.
Be repaid by filial love;
And thy soul be crown'd with favors
From the boundless source above.
Jane Taylor.
HOW GENTLY SHE SLEEPS.
