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Poems
Haste thee baby, haste away,
Where dream angels for thee stay,
'Twas such a little while ago
You left them for my love I know,
Where dream angels for thee stay,
'Twas such a little while ago
You left them for my love I know,
They are calling, haste away,
To angelland to rest and play;
But do not thy return delay,
Mother wants thee more than they.
Sleep, my baby, sleep.
To angelland to rest and play;
But do not thy return delay,
Mother wants thee more than they.
Sleep, my baby, sleep.
