Oh, God! was it like a love divine
To make their lives hang on my pen
When I cannot write a line?
TWO LULLABIES.
I.
Sleep, sleep, my little baby dear,
Thee shall no want or pain come near;
Sleep softly on thy downy nest,
Oh, God! was it like a love divine
To make their lives hang on my pen
When I cannot write a line?
I.
Sleep, sleep, my little baby dear,
Thee shall no want or pain come near;
Sleep softly on thy downy nest,