8 CRADLE SONG. CRADLE SONG. SLEEP, baby, sleep! Thy father watches the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, Sleep, baby, sleep! Our Saviour loves his sheep; He is the Lamb of God on high, Who for our sakes came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! I'll buy for thee a sheep, And it shall frisk and play with thee, Sleep, baby, sleep! And cry not like a sheep; LULLABY. Else will the sheep-dog bark and whine, Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Away! and tend the sheep. Away, thou black dog, fierce and wild, Sleep, baby, sleep! SONG FROM THE GERMAN. LULLABY. LULLABY! O lullaby! Baby, hush that little cry! Light is dying, Bats are flying Bees to-day with work have done; So, till comes the morrow's sun, Lullaby! O lullaby! Hushed are all things far and nigh; Birds reposing, All sweet things with life have done. Sleep then kiss those blue eyes dry! WM. C. BENNETT. 9 10 A ROCKING HYMN. A ROCKING HYMN. SWEET baby, sleep; what ails my dear ; My pretty lamb, forbear to weep; Thou blessed soul, what canst thou fear? Whilst thus thy lullaby I sing, Sweet baby, then forbear to weep; Sweet baby, sleep, and nothing fear, GEORGE WITHER. THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET. THE LITTLE ONES IN BED. A ROW of little faces in the bed; A gentle mother leads them in their praise, Then tumbling headlong into waiting beds, All dressed like angels in their gowns of white, ut THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET. Up with the sun in the morning, Away to the garden he hies, To see if the sleepy blossoms Have begun to open their eyes. 11 12 THE PATTER OF LITTLE FEET. Running a race with the wind, Now to the brook he wanders Has gleams like his golden hair, From a broad window my neighbor Looks down on our little cot, And watches the "poor man's blessing He has pictures, books, and music, Flowers that blossom in roses, Birds from beyond the seas; To the tread of innocent feet. |