Dat ee cene a pete isan force cal ips aera SAUER CEN Salat RST SEES SO A SETA FI ITT hk Waiwera £ 2, \. Mean id Sri, Qi lve s9i- Ay hig fume $2. a See mea 7 Noses 4 Sa09 & [8G So. oy co ue ip ili, Wy | a RRUSKIN. WV: AOUSERG OF MANY LANDS. |: COLLECTED AND RENDERED INTO ENGLISH VERSE * ALMA STRETTELL WITH SEVENTY-SEVEN ILLUSTRATIONS EMILY J. HARDING LONDON GEORGE ALLEN, 156, Ciarinc Cross Roap 1894 “Ws A “=< INTRODUCTION. HE aim of this little volume is to present, in as attractive a form as possible, a few typical examples of the cradle-songs of Europe. At least one — specimen from each country has been given, except in cases where the relationship existing between the languages of kindred nationalities might be found to impart a monotonous similarity to their folk-songs. For these lullabies are chiefly folk-songs, in use among peasants; in some cases, indeed, they are by well- known poets, but have either passed into general use, or seem, by their beauty and quaintness, to merit a place in this selection. The ancient English and Latin religious lullabies are taken from old collec- tions; they were probably used as carols, or sung at the “ Presepit,” or representations of the Holy Child in the Manger at Bethlehem, which are still to be seen in the Roman Catholic churches of southern Europe at Christmas-time. 5 For many of the foréign cradle-songs we are in- debted to the kind researches of friends. Great pains have been taken to make the illustra- tions as appropriate in charaéter, and as true to local colour, as possible. The musical side of the songs it has not been sought to present; partly because examples of this have already been brought before the public, and partly because many of these lullabies are sung to primitive and monotonous chants, so that the words would often seem more worthy of notice than the music. Atma STRETTELL. MS Bodl Misc. 2by. A D 1338/2344 SY (A Be (e J OY Bok. ronbents. DENMARK. ENGLAND. ” bb FRANCE. 2 GERMANY. bP) GREECE. 0 33 ' HUNGARY. IRELAND. bP] ITALY. »” OLD LATIN. NORWAY. ” PAGE . N OW sLEEP, MY BABY” . . . Q “TuLLay, LULLAY! LYTEL ” CHIED” 5 4. & 34. om 4 1B a R 4 ” OCK-A-BYE, BABY, THY CRADLE” . 73 “SWEET BABY, SLEEP! WHAT. AILS”? . 117 “ FooLIsH WIDE-EYES! LULLABY!”. . 17 “Now IT GROWS LATE—THE ANGEL” 77 “HIGH UP ON THE MOUNTAIN” . . 21 “Ou, SLEEP, MY SOUL’s BABY”. . . 81 “Now MAY’sT THOU TAKE” .-. .. 25 “ Luttaspy! WHILE MOTHER GOES” . 85 “Comeg, SLEEP, AND BEAR MY SON” . I21 “fn THE BAKONY FOREST DEEP” . . 29 ““Now SLEEP, MY CHILD, MY DARLING” 33 “I WOULD PUT MY CHILD TO SLUMBER” 89 ““OH, HUSH THEE, BABE! THAT so”. 37 “LITTLE SON, NOW SLEEP” . . . . 93 “SLEEP, CHILD—THY MOTHER’S FIRST- BORN” , . . . . 1 . . 4d ce ” IF THOU WILT BUT SLEEP 2b. 45 “HusH, HUSH! Basy GRows QUIET . 97 7 V ROUMANIA. “Huswasy, HUSH THEE, LITTLE ONE” bb) RUSSIA. SCOTLAND. 2 SICILY. SPAIN. ” 9 WALES. ” “HusH THEE, LITTLE MAIDEN” . . “ SLEEP, MY DARLING, CALM AND FEAR- LESS”... Soe “Her O! wee O! wHat wad I”. “HusHIE BA, BURDIE BEETON”. . . “THEN HUSH! THOU BLOSSOMING” |. “WHILE Close I HOLD THEE”. . . “THE MOTHER THAT HAD BORNE Him” “THE ROSE-BUDS ALL ARE SLEEPING” “?T3s | THAT NURSE THE BABE”... “ LULL-LULLY, MY BABY, OH, WOULD” PAGE 49 Io!I 53 57 105 61 65 109 125 69 113 DENMARK. OW sleep, my baby, sweetly sleep, Come shut your eyelids to ! Our Father God, in Heaven above, Will keep safe guard o’er you. He sends His angels down to stand About your cradle near; Then, baby, shut your eyes in peace God’s eyes are open, dear. A {fire é Ny TRA. : ' YY 7+ i Hiiy WHY foi f r x = ped a, ve if ii > | "je ( ee ZA pros 5 ay 7 OTT) SHY BAS. q x —~ a ES ‘\S} ; yy i hee A i A 4 AY, . j MG i Ri os Hy} A VY a “AY ‘ 4 om eee AN —— eT UN See Ny ROP > Lea eS as. hd ~ J = Te S TY VUC VIVE VV VV Vevey 7 apy Z Sea, IF KO ila rm Si TT aaa et e Seas housufferiny Ae! eee Pe NSS = ADAG i, y Pay CSA ( fa ons Ihe sch axpescru orf sai janes ; fob esstoisly ene _ = AGS . SN eh VAs LIS = Nig I= ZnS WN A SESS oe TNT ng ee A y PO = SSS TAREE RA RAR MALS 83 Seas ae 6 SSyeslZez ES Loe => as St fs EE Pha Wy teuy Cuter chil ‘1 bl | BI Oy | B50 G27 D> “1 es yX YA\lho Wessedbhe the time . Weare a 7 ¥ cal. Tonos oe PP IPP OL. TOUTE Ga Pa ey S ws \ how xalt thou sutforin heschurpe garlondof{horn |[59/ = = = > : = Ry = \ A did tp da dnd A En tor rhnbe tnbovcrteatenodetlerdantlr ling AbAAAAAA AAD AAA dd dptada dada OLD ENGLISH. ~ ULLAY, lullay! lytel child, myn owyn dere fode ; How xalt Thou sufferin be nayled on the rode, So blyssid be the time.. Lullay, lullay ! lytel child, myn owyn dere smerte ; How xalt Thou sufferin the scharp spere to Thi herte : So blyssid be the time | - Lullay, lullay ! lytel child—I synge all for Thi sake; Many on is the scharpe schour to Thi body is schape. So blyssid be the time! Lullay, lullay! lytel child, fayre happis The befalle; How xalt Thou sufferin to drynke ezyl and galle? So blyssid be the time ! Lullay, lullay! lytel child, I synge al beforn ; How xalt Thou sufferin the scharp garlond of thorn ? ° So blyssid be the time! Lullay, lullay! lytel child, gwy wepy Thou so sore? — Thou art bothin God and man, gwat woldyst Thou be more? So blyssid be the time! 16 FRANCE. ~OOLISH Wide-Eyes! Lullaby! Now, Saint Catherine, draw nigh, Put to sleep my little one . Till her fifteenth year be done! When the fifteen years are sped, Then my daughter must be wed ! 18 iS] QUENT UTA Ne OT TTT TT = P= 5 = E = = lj & fe = = eS = = = = = = E = fd 1d TATA TA ETA TATU OT ELTON LL CRM EO CEO THE EUTTUTTT ULTTVTAS SLT cen Py SED a Wid ELTA LACLEDE NTMI LEED POA UY LOPE LA CLO OOOO TAAL COL OPA EEPROM CEO PCO OP GERMANY. IGH up on the mountain the wind bloweth wild, There sitteth Our Lady and rocketh her Child. Her snow-white hand rocks the cradle high, Nor needs she a cord to rock it by. Come, Sleep draws near, Sleep, baby dear ! 22 a4 “itty Ny 4, Hi ii Ay be ‘a Wh, ii: I iy ve Ni AN Hy Mi a i \ UA a i iN v we ‘ SMI SA , if | es ee az: ~ on rey RADA aA SHO GREECE. OW may’st thou take sweet sleep, my babe, now may’st thou go to sleep ; The Holy Virgin and the Christ be near thee night and day ; The Holy Virgin and the Christ, and great St. John, too, ‘ keep Their watch upon thy life, and take thy every pain away. lll give thee Chios—if thou sleep—with many a lemon- tree, Yea, Venice with her florins too, that thou may’st rule them all; And if thou sleep, belovéd babe, I'll give thee townships three, Three townships and three villages, yea, and three churches small ; That in the villages may’st dine, and sleep in these thy _ towns, And to thy little churches go, to hear while mass be said. 27 The sun doth on the mountains sleep, the partridge on the downs, The goose upon the shore, the child here in his cradle- bed. Come, Sleep, come rock it gently, Till slumb’ring sweet it lies; Come, Sleep, great Sleep and mighty, That closest childrens’ eyes. | Come, Sleep, come take it from me, Hence to the gardens bear, And fill its lap with roses Full thirty-leaved and fair. O Sleep, then take it from me ; Yet bring it back once more, | Lest its dear father, coming, Should miss his baby sore. (By kind permission of Dr. A. N. Jannaris.) 28 HUNGARY. N the Bakony forest deep, The turtle-dove, she could not sleep, And one might hear her weep and weep ! - But presently a gnat draws nigh, And buzzes to her: “ Lullaby!” This done, the gnat doth fly away ; Hushaby, lullaby, hurray ! The turtle-dove upon the bough, Closes her eyes, grows weary now ; No more one hears her weep and weep, But gently she has sunk to sleep. The child is quiet too, at last; Hushaby, darling, sleep thou fast. 30 ( A ie LD bait oe) Le SN Raza ie ee ittss pgm, lp i BRS a aN Son Me ASS ASE CPE Z Seon IRELAND. OW sleep, my child, my darling, for I sit watching you; The sun on the green fields sleepeth, the moon on the waves so blue; Then sleep, my child, my darling—my lovely one, sleep too. On a bed of fragrant roses asleep the morning lies, And the quiet evening sleepeth where the dusky hill- | tops rise ; Then sleep, my child, my darling—do thou, too, close thine eyes. In a rock-bound hollow lying, the winds sleep ’neath the hill ; With feathery clouds for pillow, the stars sleep calm and still; Then sleep, my child, my darling—do thou, too, sleep thy fill. 35 On the bosom of the valley the mist her bed hath made, And the broad lake lieth sleeping beneath the trees’ deep shade; Then sleep, my child—let slumber upon thine eyes be laid. When cool night dews are falling, the flowers all sleep and rest, And the wild birds, too, are sleeping on the mountain’s rugged breast ; Then sleep, my child, my darling, in this thy downy nest. Even on the cheek of sorrow the burning tear doth sleep; But thy rest is not, my treasure, the rest of such as weep; _Then sleep, my child, my darling, with slumber calm and deep. Yea, sleep the sleep of quietness, dear heart, in joy divine ; But the weary sleep of sorrow, oh! may it ne’er be thine ; Then sleep, my own, my darling, thou lovely child of mine. 36 ITALY. H, hush thee, babe! that-so I, too, may get at last to sleep ! And may thy little bed be strown with violets all a-heap ; Thy sheets of finest linen wove, that e’er on looms was set, And peacocks’ feathers gay be spread to make thy coverlet ! 38 CIS Ue De cy ye tt wait teat feaate a. nt cot SEN vy uM ji hth. ie Saas : y) iy) aoe Ke _—_—_—> — os f i G _ aie SS + =o LoS (Ate oS SS SS — = rhe == ' ie ih x vel a it OLD LATIN. LEEP, Child—thy mother’s first-born thou, Yea, first and only one. Then sleep, oh sleep—thy father calls Unto his little son. To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. I strewed the bed for thee alone, Sleep, babe so fair to see; I strewed it of the softest hay, Sleep, little soul of me. To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. Sleep, then, my jewel and my crown, O milky ne¢tar, sleep! And mother will bring gifts to thee, For thee sweet beans will heap! To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. I'll give thee whatsoe’er thou wilt, Sleep then, belovéd boy ; 43 My little treasure, quietly sleep, O thou, thy mother’s joy ! To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. Oh sleep, my throne, my heart, o’er whom Thy mother doth rejoice! Thy lisp is heavenly to mine ears, And honey-sweet thy voice. To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. Roses I'll strew, that naught may lack, And violets, on the hay ; Hyacinths and lilies on the floor And in the manger lay. To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. And—wilt thou music—to thy bed The shepherds I will bring ; For none are better, sure, than they, More sweetly none can sing. To Thee a thousand times we raise A thousand songs of praise. (An Old Latin “ Lullaby of the Virgin.”) 44 WY, yy Wu Wo No VON Sai, ") Ni LY iV a Y 5 oo SES Q te -\ en es Si Ff NA Up ‘ i} A ye i i oN PS. ne aS > @ NORWAY. ABY, lullaby! If thou wilt but sleep and mind me, Then a sweet cake I will find thee. If there be no cake at hand, I will let the cradle stand, Let the baby cry! Se ROUSE FUN WY YAN Y ai rd ( Eli b ul f l (ail BAB IM PALL A ,. SUING ee, y Be Pow RET Una ine 4 Le 3 Saeed Ji 53, at z NN - Sas ss Pe Ne Gina ya is ae BP. a :* A Rc a Cre oP Sn es A OO el ee ites LOF - R OUMANIA. | USH ABY, hush thee, little one, Thy mother’s own, her darling son! Thy mother cradles and watches thee Like a growing flower, like a tender tree, Like a tiny, precious flower, my love, Yea, like an angel from above. Hushaby, hush, on mother’s breast ; Thy mother sings thee soft to rest ; Lulls with a song that biddeth thee To grow as straight as a tall young tree; To be a hero, strong to save, As. was our Prince, Stefan the Brave, To be bold in war, and with mighty hand Bring freedom to this thy fatherland ! fl Hushaby, hush thee, treasure mine, God’s heavenly happiness be thine ; God bless thee, that thou mayest be Black-eyed and beautiful to see. Yea, like the radiant morning sun, Darling—my own, my little one ! Let maidens all come kiss thee, sweet, And flowers bloom out beneath thy feet. (Adapted from a version. supplied by Mdlle. Héléne Vacaresco.) 52 RUSSIA. LEEP, my darling, calm and fearless, Close thine eyes of heavenly blue. Sleep, my treasure; I am near thee, And thy Guardian Angel too. Neath his wings unseen, we nestle— Babe and cradle, thou and I; _And he joins with mine his tender Lulla-lulla-lullaby. And he joins with mine his tender Lulla-lulla-lullaby. 54 | | Mi ae Say > > (am . [fi SS a is i aid Fr Le J,° = fie a | aoe ~~ SCOTLAND. EE O! wee O! What wad I do wi’ you? Black is the life That I lead wi’ you! Ower mony o’ you, Little for to gie you; Hee O! wee O! What wad I do wi’ you? Hush and baloo, babie, Hush and baloo, A’ the laves in their beds I’m hushin’ you. ESE My ee ly Use x a A Si a DEG Ap a WKS SICILY. HEN hush! thou blossoming pear-tree bough ! An apricot-branch from the East art thou ! My daughter, thou handful of reddest rose ! What aileth my love, that she cannot repose? My daughter, thou posy of laurel white, Wherever thou passest, dost bring with thee light ! My daughter, thou sprig of sweet rosemary, God’s angel doth greet thee in going by! 63 Th F 3) ie Cy a ~ aS es Ee \ , arms, ie ANG oO — = is o vo Ga vy 3 ° Gq — o wn ° = y aa = Tr C4 ES ne Mt I think—what would become of thee And sing thy lullaby, If I should chance to die? W O hi Car : WV Wo \ \) aS y 7's ES VAG WA LA ; if PNT 4 LENS WAU ees. WALES. , IS I that nurse the babe, and rock His cradle to and fro; ’Tis I that lull and lullay him, Unceasingly and low. On this day’s morn, alack! he cried From midnight until three ; But it is I that lose my sleep, The care is all on me. ’Tis I that nurse the babe each morn, And noon and evening well ; The trouble that there is with him, Tis I alone can tell. No English word he knows, no word Of our old tongue knows he; To teach my little Prince such lore The care is al] on me. 71 Yet if I may but nurse him thus, A stalwart boy to grow, The language of the Kings of Wales His little lips shall know ; And when he is a crownéd king, Though I forgotten be, Oh, let him mind the Land of Leeks, The land so dear to me! (This Cradle-song is supposed to have been sung for the first English Prince of Wales.) , 72 1c) So “wos> IS GREER Ses : | ChY FATHER'S A NOB Lemart AnD JONRAYS A DRUMMER ANb PRUMS FORTE KING. BG matt \Y4 y NERC ENGLAND. OCK-a-bye, baby, thy cradle is green; Thy father’s a noble, thy mother’s a queen ; And Betty’s a lady, and wears a gold ring ; And Johnny’s a drummer and drums for the King. FRANCE. OW it grows late—the angel has passed by, The day already has begun to die; And hark ! the only sound that one may hear Is the swift river’s rippling laughter clear. Then lullaby! My son, ’tis I. Now it grows late—and he is sleeping too, Thy little friend, the fairy bird of blue. ong “ip abi path we ra FINS Rae W% @z Step Fee i “ap , Domi Le aoe GERMANY. H, sleep, my soul’s baby, my darling thou art ! Now shut those blue eyes that peep forth, little heart ! As peaceful and still as the grave is it here; Then sleep, while I send the flies far from thee, dear ! Bright angels of Heaven, as gentle as thou, Come hovering round thee, and smile on thee now; Again they may come, with the on-coming years, _ But then twill be only to wipe off thy tears. For now is the golden time, happy and gay ; The time that draws on will be ne’er like to-day ; When cares round thy bed have once gathered, and pain, Such calm sleep, my dear one, comes never again. Then sleep, my heart’s baby ; though night soon be here, Still watching the cradle thy mother sits near ; Though late and though early her watch she may keep, Yet mother’s love, baby, can ne’er fall asleep. 83 GREECE. fT ULLABY! while mother goes To the brook where daphne grows; Flowers from the banks she’ll bring thee, Where that crystal water flows; Flowers—carnations all musk-scented, And sweet blossoms of the rose. 86 IRELAND. WOULD put my child to slumber, my own—and yet not so As the wives of clowns may do it, as the babes of clowns may go, Beneath a yellow blanket,.and beneath a sheet of tow; But in a golden cradle, that the wind rocks to and fro. Sho—keen sho, hoo Jo lo, Sho—keen sho, you are my child, Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo, Sho—keen sho, and you are my child! I would put my child to slumber—and this must be the way, Between two Christmas seasons, on a bright and sunny day ; And in a golden cradle and upon a level floor, Beneath the tree-tops lofty, that the wind rocks evermore. Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo, Sho—keen sho, you are my child, Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo, Sho—keen sho, and you are my child! gt Then sleep, my child, and may it the sleep of safety be And may you from this slumber arise in health and glee; May neither death-stitch seize you, nor ugly small-pox strike, Nor any infants’ sickness, dire colic, and their like! Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo, Sho—keen sho, you are my child, Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo, Sho—keen sho, and you are my child! Then sleep, my child, and be it sweet sleep and safe to thee, And may you from this slumber arise in health and . glee; From dreams of pain and sorrow, oh! may your heart be free, . And may your mother never a son-less woman be! Sho—keen sho, hoo lo lo, Sho—keen sho, you are my child, Sho—keen sho, hoo !o lo, Sho—keen sho, and you are my child ! 92 ITALY. ITTLE son, now sleep ; Sleep, my curly-head, Lovely son, rose-red ! Mother’s very heart, Flame of her life, thou art! Baby, tiny one, Lullaby, now hushaby, my son ! Hush thee, baby, there | Babe most sweet and fair, Hush ! lie still, nor move! O my babe, my dove, Little wingéd love! Baby, tiny one, Hushaby, now lullaby, my son ! 95 N eel rT ULL Pm Ce5O SS NEA — \ rl Se Ni ea IE | est | AAO ese Soe 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 ! 99 . 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. 100 ay = A N Ny Ny N 4 ROUMANIA. USH thee, hush thee, little maiden, Pink as any pink that blows. - Mother singeth thee to slumber ; She will wash thy face, my rose, With the water that she bringeth From the blue spring that upspringeth Where the sweet pink blossom grows. Then a ray will all men think thee, Snatched from out the sun’s bright beam ! Hush thee, hush thee; grow, my dear one, . Like a tree beside the stream. As the turtle-dove be tender ; Tears, your crystal whiteness lend her, And your beauty, stars that gleam ! 102 SCOTLAND. , USHIE ba, burdie beeton, Your Mammie’s gane to Seaton, For to buy a lammie’s skin To wrap your bonnie boukie in. SPAIN. HE mother that had borne Him Held Him cradled on her breast. And her singing was so tender, It lulled e’en God to rest. (“ Virgin’s Lullaby.’’) Ilo NIT | ae F Sk Si, 4 Ol ps —_ tl goo, _ lle “ f ranean A, hy ketene i, Nyy. . i , 7 i hy WALES. ULL-LULLY, my baby, oh, would that thy mother Were happy as thou, and light-hearted, to-night ; Lull-lully, now get thee to sleep with no singing, My songs are all quenched, like a perishing light ; And ’tis easier now To shed tears on thy brow, While thus I bend over thy cradle, and trace Thy father’s dear image again in thy face. Lull-lully, my pretty; I joy thou dost know not That thou art an orphan—nor wilt yet for long; Thy heart so unspotted were breaking, my treasure, Didst thou know that a widow unshielded from wrong Doth lull thee to sleep In loneliness deep, With thy father no more at the hearth by her side, With no counsel, no song, and no rudder to guide. TI$ Lull-lully, my fay, if thy mother be spared thee, Thou'lt find against wrongs a sure shield in her arm ; Thy father’s dear spirit now prayeth in Heaven The world’s mighty Ruler to guard us from harm ; Yea, asketh me too To shelter thee true, Like an angel to nurse thee beneath Heaven’s eyes ; Oh, lully !—ere long we shall lie where he lies! Lull-lully—without there the rough wind blows colder, And thick in the moonlight the frost spreads a shroud ; But yonder, my Gwen, there’s a beautiful Canaan For us the forlorn—without darkness or cloud. Of that Country all bright We will dream through this night ; ’ Oh, could we but go there to wander, set free, Yea, go while we dream of the dawn that shall be ! (“The Widow’s Lullaby.” By Penor, from Pentre, Swansea. Popular in mining distriéts where the men often lose their lives.) 116 < Ru WAY; S ace —S SS: : {2 SS x > « \ { ss Pail SSS] ENGLAND. WEET baby, sleep! What ails my dear, What ails my darling thus to cry? Be still, my child, and lend thine ear To hear me sing thy lullaby. My pretty lamb, forbear to weep, Be still, my dear; sweet baby, sleep. Thou blesséd soul, what canst thou fear ? What thing to thee can. mischief do? Thy God is now thy Father dear, His holy spouse thy Mother too. Sweet baby, then, forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe, sweet baby, sleep. While thus thy lullaby I sing, For thee great blessings ripening be ; Thy eldest brother is a king, And hath a kingdom bought for thee. Sweet baby, then, forbear to weep ; Be still, my babe, sweet baby, sleep. - (G. Wither, 1588-1667.) TI 9 Ca GREECE. OME, Sleep, and bear my son away; I give, while he is sleeping, Three mighty guardians charge of him, to have him in their keeping. The eagle on the plains, the sun upon the hills I send him, And Lord Boreas on the sea, the fresh breeze, to defend him. The sun has set behind the hills— asleep the eagle lieth ; And Lord Boreas, the fresh breeze, home to his mother flieth. i Nee Bz is = —————— —————— pet UUtiae ) Se \ YN SEZ ae “Where wert thou, O my son, last night— where wert thou yester-even ? Hadst thou a quarrel with the stars, or with the moon in heaven? Or with Orion didst thou strive, though we be friends to- gether ?” “‘T had no quarrel with the stars, or with the moon, O mother, Nor did I with Orion strive, since ye be friends together ; But all last even, all last night, a strong watch I was keeping, A watch around a golden child, in a silver cradle sleeping.” 7) Sam Se es y —— awa 3 a : f yy Ca ; WY hi is : J RS ee, ee _ ENN z BONES , YE = SS) y a ‘ Ys - a a = 5 a a 7 3 = ag POLINA OS. ae == = / 6 SA N a 34 Ve LAS NIT th 1 ( = y: Ore 5 % YS, . )NOS SUN. = tS , Sag 2 Wo, oe 2 NY s Sone NY Z ‘ eK = mo — 0 NH WSS aS 3S A ! y F H SPAIN. HE rose-buds all are sleeping On the rose-bush at the gate ; Then sleep thou too, my treasure, Sleep, son, for it is late. Now hush thee, hush, and quiet lie ; Star of the morning, lullaby ! 127 CHISWICK PRESS :—CHARLES WHITTINGHAM AND CO. TOOKS COURT, CHANCERY LANE, LONDON.