. Hush, hush!

Baby is sleeping and mother sings,
Hush, hush!

No one can harm thee, my darling, here,
While near is thy mother’s heart, so near !
But soon the bird will get him wings,
Fly far away from my shelt’ring breast-—
Can I tell whither, and what the quest,
Or where at last he will find his rest ?

Hush, hush! ©
Sleep—and awake under mother’s kiss.

Hush, hush !
Thine innocence still sleeps sorrow-free,
And thy mother’s eye is over thee ;
But when at thy waking thou shalt miss
That tender watcher sitting by,
Look then with faith and hope on high, »
Up to a loving Father’s eye.

FRANSEN.

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