Pharaoh’s fair daughter bends low to caress:
“Hushaby, pretty one! give me a kiss;—
Who ever saw such a cradle as this,
Built out of rushes!
“Go! call a Hebrew to nurse it for me:—
Sing a glad song till it laughs in its glee.
’Tis well I was first the sweet cherub to see,
“Dress it in raiment of loveliest dyes;
Pharaoh’s great gems are not bright as its eyes;