SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETHEART.
LEEP, little sweetheart, sleep!
S Thy father is watching near:
His hand on thine is love's own sign
That thou hast no need of fear.
In the years to come, when thou hast thine own,
When there's never a heart-beat free from fear,
Thou'lt then recall thy youth, and all
The love of a heart no longer near.
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!
Thy time hast not yet come
For wakeful nights and low-turned lights
That will some day crush thy home;
But with each new toy and its newer joy
Thou art nearing a time when thy humble home-
But no, my sweet, it is far more meet
Thou shouldst know but the joy till the sorrows
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!
Thy breathing. soft and low,
Is as sweet to me as aught can be;
And 't is joy to me to know
That sometime, dear, when thou liest near
Thine own first-born, with its breathing low,
This joy of mine will be joy of thine,
A bliss there may none but a pareat know-
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!
S. A. Gillilan.
ILEEP, softly sleep,
Little woman-child,
On my aching heart-
Still its tumult wild.
Sleep, softly sleep.
Sleep, geatly sleep;
O fair be thy lot;
My sorrowful fate.
O follow it not.
Sleep. gently sleep
Sleep, sweetly sleep.
The ewe on the lea
And the doc hath her
young,
And I, only thee.
Sleep, sweetly sleep.
Come, tranquil hour,
Low-laden with sleep:
Come, gentle zepher,
And watch o'er her keep.
Sleep, baby, sleep.
Harriet H. Robinson. 445
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