SLEEP, LITTLE SWEETHEART.

LEEP, little sweetheart, sleep!

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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

come

Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!

Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!

Thy breathing, soft and low,

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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 parent know--
Sleep, little sweetheart, sleep!

S. A. Gillilan.

N

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PANDORA'S LULLABY.

S

LEEP, softly sleep,

Little woman-child,
On my aching heart-
Still its tumult wild.
Sleep, softly sleep.

Sleep, gently 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 doe hath her

young,

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November 1901 to October 1902,
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