SEEDTIME AND HARVEST.
The first fruits of a pregnant soul's increase
Like little flames of newly-kindled fire
Lie on life's threshold nearest unto death;
And her life ebbs till she encompasseth
The tender offspring of fulfilled desire
And sinks into impenetrable peace.
Like little flames of newly-kindled fire
Lie on life's threshold nearest unto death;
And her life ebbs till she encompasseth
The tender offspring of fulfilled desire
And sinks into impenetrable peace.
Sleep, my darling, naught can harm thee,
May no sudden fear alarm thee,
Let my singing rock thy slumber,
Baby, sleep!
May no sudden fear alarm thee,
Let my singing rock thy slumber,
Baby, sleep!
Once within a lowly manger,
Mary hid our Lord from danger:
Soft and silent swings thy cradle,
Baby, sleep!
Mary hid our Lord from danger:
Soft and silent swings thy cradle,
Baby, sleep!
God shall hold thee in His keeping,
Angel-wings about thee sleeping,
Sleep, my darling, Lord and master,
Baby, sleep!
Angel-wings about thee sleeping,
Sleep, my darling, Lord and master,
Baby, sleep!
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