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SLEEP.
And gently lead my love, my own,
Tenderly clasp her snow-white hand,
Wrap her in garments of soft repose,
And lead her into your mystic land.
Tenderly clasp her snow-white hand,
Wrap her in garments of soft repose,
And lead her into your mystic land.
Let your fairest handmaids bow at her feet,
Her path o'er your loveliest roses be;
And let all the flowers with their perfumed lips
Whisper of me—of me.
Her path o'er your loveliest roses be;
And let all the flowers with their perfumed lips
Whisper of me—of me.
Come, gentle sleep, with the holy night,
Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,
Come with your train of handmaids bright,
Blessed and beautiful dreams.
Come with the stars and the white moonbeams,
Come with your train of handmaids bright,
Blessed and beautiful dreams.
