O, DO NOT WAKE.
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O, do not wake, sweet little one,
The night is dark and drear;
All that a mother could have done,
Has been perform'd with care.
The pillow's soft on which you rest,
And sweetly you have fed;
Still lean upon your mother's breast
Your weary little head.
O, do not wake, sweet little one,
Nor tremble with alarm;
The Hand unseen you live upon
Preserves you still from harm.
