NORWAY.

USH, hush!
Baby grows quiet under mother’s kiss,
Hush, hush !
The flower is shutting its bud anew,
Baby is shutting his eyes up too—
What! does the rogue peep again at this >—
Good little baby, who will not cry,
But nestling close in his cradle lie,
While mother looks down at him, standing by.

Hush, hush!
Mother is lulling her child, and sings,
Hush, hush!
The bird lies safe in his downy nest,
The babe in his cradle is finding rest ;
He cares not a whit for popes or kings, |
Or lordly castles, high and strong,
Since under mother’s hand and song
His world moves peacefully along !

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