When from heaven he descended, Soft and easy is thy cradle: Coarse and hard thy Saviour lay: When his birthplace was a stable, And his softest bed was hay. See the kinder shepherds round him, There they sought him, there they found him, See the lovely babe a-dressing: Lovely infant how he smiled! Lo, he slumbers in his manger, Mayst thou live to know and fear him, I could give thee thousand kisses, A NURSERY SONG BY MRS. CARTER As I walked over the hills one day, I listened and heard a mother-sheep say: "In all the green world there is nothing so sweet As my little lammie with his nimble feet, With his eyes so bright, And his wool so white, Oh, he is my darling, my heart's delight. That sings in a tree, Dearly may doat on his darlings four, And they went to sleep on the hill-side warm, I went to the kitchen, and what did I see, But the old gray cat with her kittens three; I heard her whispering soft-said she: "My kittens, with tails all so cunningly curled, Are the prettiest things that can be in the world; The bird on the tree, And the old ewe she, May love their babies exceedingly; But I love my kittens there I love my kittens with all my might. Which is the prettiest I cannot tell Which of the three For the life of me I love them all so well. Now I'll take up my kitties, the kitties I love, And we'll lie down together beneath the warm stove." I went to the yard, and saw an old hen She clucked, and she scratched, and she bristled away, I heard her say: "The sun never did shine On anything like to these chickens of mine. You may hunt the full moon and the stars, if you please, But you never will find ten such chickens as these. knees; No! no! not though The kittens could crow Or the lammie on two yellow legs could go. So the hen said, And the chickens all sped As fast as they could to their nice feather-bed, And there let them sleep in their feathers so warm, While my little chick nestles here on my arm. SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP ANONYMOUS Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father watches the sheep; Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, NOW LET ME LAY THE PEARL AWAY BY E. PRENTISS Now let me lay the pearl away, That on my breast I've worn all day; My snow-white lamb, thy gambols o'er, My winsome one! my heart's delight! My heart's delight! my pearl, my lamb! Good-bye, good-night! good-night, good-bye! THE LULLABY OF DANÄE BY EDMUND C. STEDMAN Paraphrase on Simonides, 500 B. C. Little one, thy mother's weeping; Ah! thou needest not a pillow With those tresses thick and fair! Ah! thou heedest not a billow Moistening thy tangled hair, Nor the voices of the storm, But in thy purple mantlet liest warm, My beautiful, my own! Rest thee, rest thee, pretty one! |