The Mother's Nursery Songs

by Thomas Hastings

Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
My infant daughter dear:
No footstep rude
Shall here intrude,
Nor stranger shall come near.

Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
Within thy mother's arms;
She little tells
How feeling steals
O'er all thy rising charms.

Slumber sweet
Thine eyelids greet
And gentle dreams be thine;
To thee be given
The bliss of heav'n,
Where cherub angels shine.

SOFTLY IN THE CRADLE LIE.

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Softly in the cradle lie,
Thy father's hope, thy mother's joy;
Sweetly rest in balmy sleep,
Do not wake to sigh and weep.

Softly in the cradle lie;
A mother's heart thy wants supply;
She can rest if thou repose,
Sweetly then thine eyelids close.