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Show The Virgin's Lullaby. j Hush Thee, hush Thee. little Son, I Learest and oivir.est On, i Thine are all the untamed herds I That upon the mountain go. I Thine are all the timid birds, Thine the thunders and the snow. : Cry not so. Husho, my dear! I Thunder shall not come Thee near l While its- roar shall frighten thee, f Mother holds Thee safe and warm; j Thou shalt walk upon the sea And cry '.'Peace" unto the storm. Thou shalt take the souls of mea I In Thine hand, as I a wren, j But not yet, not yet, my Son, j Thou art still a babe asleep; All Thy glories are unwon, '? f All mine own Thou art to keep I Some day I shall see Thee stand King and Lord of every land, I Now I feed Thee at my breast, I And delight to feel Thee near. I Some day Ah! this time is best, I Hush Thee, hush Thee, Bale most dear! -Nora Hopper. ! ) . k i |