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Oh Little Child (Sicilian Lullaby)
by Eugene Field (1850-1895)

Hush, little one, and fold your hands---
   The sun hath set, the moon is high;
The sea is singing to the sands,
      And wakeful posies are beguiled
   By many a fairy lullaby---
      Hush, little child---my little child!

Dream, little one, and in your dreams
   Float upward from this lowly place---
Float out on mellow, misty streams
      To lands where bideth Mary mild,
   And let her kiss thy little face,
      You little child---my little child!

Sleep, little one, and take thy rest---
   With angels bending over thee,
Sleep sweetly on that Father's breast
      Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled---
   But stay not there---come back to me,
      Oh, little child---my little child!

 

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