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Show Baby's Dreamland. Sleep, baby sleep, the dreamland elves are calling, Dream fairies steal about thy downy bed. O'er vale and hill, the twilight shades are falling, Peace descending, in silence bending, her pinions lowly hath spread. Sleep, baby, sleep; sleep, baby, sleep. Sail, baby, sail, out on the dream tide ocean, Far, far, away, the slumber breezes blow, Safe is the hand that guides thy boat's swift motion, Sweetly drifting o'er wavelets shifting, shift-ing, to dreamland's shore thou shalt go. Sail, baby, sail; sail,-baby, sail. Dream, baby, dream, bright angels now are winging Through realms of light, where golden gold-en portals glow; Low are the strains of heavenly music ringing. Angels singing, sweet visions bringing, bring-ing, to baby's dreamland they go. Dream, baby, dream; dream, baby, dream. Olive A. Smith, in Woman's Work. |