Let no one say my baby has cried
There in the rushes.”
Thus said a mother, and offered a prayer,
As the small ark floated daintily there;
Leaving to God and His tenderest care
The cradle of rushes.
Who is now come to the river to lave?
Oh! ’tis the king’s daughter lovely and brave;
Bidding her maidens bring in from the wave
The cradle of rushes.