The boy has been resting at his mother’s breast
All the life-day long. God’s blessing on my joy!
The boy has been lying close in to my heart
All the life-day long. He is weary now.
Sleep thou, dearest boy of mine!
I will cradle thee, I will watch thee.
The Button-moulder’s voice.
[Behind the house.]
At the last cross-road we will meet again, Peer;
And then we’ll see whether——; I say no more.