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Yet to read the shameful story
How the Jews abused their King；
How they served the Lord of Glory；
Makes me angry while I sing。
See the kinder shepherds round Him；
Telling wonders from the sky！
Where they sought Him； there they found Him；
With His Virgin mother by。
See the lovely babe a…dressing；
Lovely infant； how He smiled！
When He wept； the mother's blessing
Soothed and hushed the holy child。
Lo； He slumbers in His manger；
Where the horned oxen fed；
Peace； my darling； here's no danger；
Here's no ox anear thy bed。
'Twas to save thee； child； from dying；
Save my dear from burning flame；
Bitter groans and endless crying；
That thy blest Redeemer came。
May'st thou live to know and fear Him；
Trust and love Him all thy days；
Then go dwell forever near Him；
See His face； and sing His praise！
Isaac Watts ＇1674…1748＇
CRADLE SONG
Sleep； sleep； beauty bright；
Dreaming in the joys of night；
Sleep； sleep； in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep。
Sweet babe； in thy face
Soft desires I can trace；
Secret joys and secret smiles；
Little pretty infant wiles。
As thy softest limbs I feel
Smiles as of the morning steal
O'er thy cheek； and o'er thy breast
Where thy little heart doth rest。
O the cunning wiles that creep
In thy little heart asleep！
When thy little heart doth wake；
Then the dreadful night shall break。
William Blake ＇1757…1827＇
LULLABY
Baloo； loo； lammy； now baloo； my dear；
Does wee lammy ken that its daddy's no here？
Ye're rocking full sweetly on mammy's warm knee；
But daddy's a…rocking upon the salt sea。
Now hushaby； lammy； now hushaby； dear；
Now hushaby； lammy； for mother is near。
The wild wind is raving； and mammy's heart's sair；
The wild wind is raving； and ye dinna care。
Sing baloo； loo； lammy； sing baloo； my dear；
Sing baloo； loo； lammy； for mother is here。
My wee bairnie's dozing； it's dozing now fine；
And O may its wakening be blither than mine！
Carolina Nairne ＇1763…1845＇
LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF
O； hush thee； my babie； thy sire was a knight；
Thy mother a lady； both lovely and bright；
The woods and the glens； from the towers which we see；
They are all belonging； dear babie； to thee。
O ho ro； i ri ri； cadul gu lo。
O； fear not the bugle； though loudly it blows；
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose；
Their bows would be bended； their blades would be red；
Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed。
O ho ro； i ri ri； cadul gu lo。
O； hush thee； my babie； the time soon will come；
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum；
Then hush thee； my darling； take rest while you may；
For strife comes with manhood； and waking with day。
O ho ro； i ri ri； cadul gu lo。
Walter Scott ＇1771…1832＇
GOOD…NIGHT
Little baby； lay your head
On your pretty cradle…bed；
Shut your eye…peeps； now the day
And the light are gone away；
All the clothes are tucked in tight；
Little baby dear； good…night。
Yes； my darling； well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow；
And the winter's snow and rain
Patter on the window…pane：
But they cannot come in here；
To my little baby dear；
For the window shutteth fast；
Till the stormy night is past；
And the curtains warm are spread
Round about her cradle bed：
So till morning shineth bright；
Little baby dear； good…night。
Jane Taylor ＇1783…1824＇
〃LULLABY； O 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；
Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry！
Lullaby！ O lullaby。
Lullaby！ O lullaby！
Hushed are all things far and nigh；
Flowers are closing；
Birds reposing；
All sweet things with life are done。
Sweet； till dawns the morning sun；
Sleep； then kiss those blue eyes dry。
Lullaby！ O lullaby！
William Cox Bennett ＇1820…1895＇
LULLABY
From 〃The Princess〃
Sweet and low； sweet and low；
Wind of the western sea；
Low； low； breathe and blow；
Wind of the western sea！
Over the rolling waters go；
Come from the dying moon； and blow；
Blow him again to me；
While my little one； while my pretty one； sleeps。
Sleep and rest； sleep and rest；
Father will come to thee soon；
Rest； rest； on mother's breast；
Father will come to thee soon；
Father will come to his babe in the nest；
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon：
Sleep； my little one； sleep； my pretty one； sleep。
Alfred Tennyson ＇1809…1892＇
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT
The days are cold； the nights are long；
The north…wind sings a doleful song；
Then hush again upon my breast；
All merry things are now at rest；
Save thee； my pretty love！
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth；
The crickets long have ceased their mirth；
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one wee； hungry； nibbling mouse；
Then why so busy thou？
Nay！ start not at that sparkling light；
'Tis but the moon that shines so bright
On the window…pane bedropped with rain：
There； little darling！ sleep again；
And wake when it is day！
Dorothy Wordsworth ＇1804…1847＇
TROT； TROT！
Every evening Baby goes
Trot； trot； to town；
Across the river； through the fields；
Up hill and down。
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
Up hill and down；
To buy a feather for her hat；
To buy a woolen gown。
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
The birds fly down； alack！
〃You cannot have our feathers； dear；〃
They say； 〃so please trot back。〃
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
The lambs come bleating near。
〃You cannot have our wool；〃 they say；
〃But we are sorry； dear。〃
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
Trot； trot； to town；
She buys a red rose for her hat；
She buys a cotton gown。
Mary F。 Butts ＇1836…1902＇
HOLY INNOCENTS
Sleep； little Baby； sleep；
The holy Angels love thee；
And guard thy bed； and keep
A blessed watch above thee。
No spirit can come near
Nor evil beast to harm thee：
Sleep； Sweet； devoid of fear
Where nothing need alarm thee。
The Love which doth not sleep；
The eternal Arms surround thee：
The Shepherd of the sheep
In perfect love hath found thee。
Sleep through the holy night；
Christ…kept from snare and sorrow；
Until thou wake to light
And love and warmth to…morrow。
Christina Georgina Rossetti ＇1830…1894＇
LULLABY
From 〃The Mistress of the Manse〃
Rockaby； lullaby； bees in the clover！
Crooning so drowsily； crying so low；
Rockaby； lullaby； dear little rover！
Down into wonderland；
Down to the under…land
Go； oh go！
Down into wonderland go！
Rockaby； lullaby； rain on the clover！
（Tears on the eyelids that waver and weep！）
Rockaby； lullaby … bending it over！
Down on the mother…world；
Down on the other world；
Sleep； oh sleep！
Down on the mother…world sleep！
Rockaby； lullaby； dew on the clover！
Dew on the eyes that will sparkle at dawn！
Rockaby； lullaby； dear little rover！
Into the stilly world；
Into the lily world；
Gone！ oh gone！
Into the lily world gone！
Josiah Gilbert Holland ＇1819…1881＇
CRADLE SONG
From 〃Bitter…Sweet〃
What is the little one thinking about？
Very wonderful things； no doubt！
Unwritten history！
Unfathomed mystery！
Yet he laughs and cries； and eats and drinks；
And chuckles and crows； and nods and winks；
As if his head were as full of kinks
And curious riddles as any sphinx！
Warped by colic； and wet by tears；
Punctured by pins； and tortured by fears；
Our little nephew will lose two years；
And he'll never know
Where the summers go； …
He need not laugh； for he'll find it so！
Who can tell what a baby thinks？
Who can follow the gossamer links
By which the mannikin feels his way
Out from the shore of the great unknown；
