And again thank Him, and again,
That thou art not as other men.
For 'midst thy wealth thou wilt recall—
'Tis to God's grace thou owest it all;
And when all's spent that life has given,
Thou'lt have a golden home in heaven.
II.
Sleep, little baby, sleep,
Though the wind is cruel and cold,
And my shawl that I've wrapped thee in