LULLABY From The Mistress of the Manse" ROCKABY, lullaby, bees in the clover! Down to the under-land Down into wonderland go! Rockaby, lullaby, rain on the clover! Down on the mother-world, Down on the other world, Down on the mother-world sleep! Rockaby, lullaby, dew on the clover! 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? Unwritten history! Unfathomed mystery! Yet he laughs and cries, and eats and drinks, Cradle Song As if his head were as full of kinks Warped by colic, and wet by tears, Where the summers go; He need not laugh, for he'll find it so! Who can tell what a baby thinks? By which the mannikin feels his way Into the light of day?— Out from the shore of the unknown sea, Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls, Cup of his life, and couch of his rest? What does he think when her quick embrace Presses his hand and buries his face Deep where the heart-throbs sink and swell With a tenderness she can never tell, Though she murmur the words Of all the birds, Words she has learned to murmur well? I can see the shadow creep 83 Out to his little finger-tips! Josiah Gilbert Holland [1819-1881] AN IRISH LULLABY I'VE found my bonny babe a nest I'll rock you there to rosy rest, Oh, lulla lo! sing all the leaves Till everything that hurts or grieves I've put my pretty child to float Within the new moon's silver boat On Slumber Sea. And when your starry sail is o'er My precious one, you'll step to shore Alfred Perceval Graves [1846 CRADLE SONG SLEEP, baby, sleep! Thy father's watching the sheep, Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree, Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep, The little stars are the lambs, I guess, Song Sleep, baby, sleep! And cry not like a sheep, Else the sheep-dog will bark and whine Sleep, baby, sleep! The Saviour loves his sheep; He is the Lamb of God on high Who for our sakes came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep! Away to tend the sheep, Away, thou sheep-dog fierce and wild 85 Elizabeth Prentiss [1818-1878] SONG SLEEP, O my darling, sleep, The faint stars lie in the quiet sky, Wake, O my darling, wake, The birds upon the linden tree Are calling merrily to thee; The whole glad earth is rimmed with mirth, O, wake, my darling, wake. C. Kathleen Carman [18 MOTHER-SONG From "Prince Lucifer" WHITE little hands! Sweet, sweet, sweet! What dost thou wail for? The unknown? the unseen? The ills that are coming, The joys that have been? Cling to me closer, Closer and closer, Till the pain that is purer Hath banished the grosser. Drain, drain at the stream, love, Along with thy being! Little fingers that feel For their home on my breast, Little lips that appeal For their nurture, their rest! Nay, stifle thy cries, Till the dew of thy sleep, dear, Lies soft on thine eyes. Alfred Austin (1835 MY LITTLE GIRL My little girl is nested Within her tiny bed, With amber ringlets crested Around her dainty head; She lies so calm and stilly, She breathes so soft and low, She calls to mind a lily Half-hidden in the snow. |