The Mother's Nursery Songs

by Thomas Hastings

SLUMBER SWEET.

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Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
My infant daughter dear:
No footstep rude
Shall here intrude,
Nor stranger shall come near.

Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
Within thy mother's arms;
She little tells
How feeling steals
O'er all thy rising charms.

Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
And gentle dreams be thine;
To thee be given
The bliss of heav'n,
Where cherub angels shine.