SLUMBER ON, BABY DEAR. LUMBER on, Baby dear; Do not hear thy mother's sigh Breathed for him far away, Whilst she sings thy lullaby! Slumber on o'er thy sleep Loving eyes will watch with care; In thy dreams may thou see God's own angels hovering here. Slumber on may sweet sleep Slumber on, happy child; May life's storms pass gently by, In this heart, torn with grief, From the Italian by H. C. Watson. A WOOD-NOTE. OME ye, come ye, to the green, green wood; Loudly the blackbird is singing; The squirrel is feasting on blossom and bud, And the curling fern is springing : Here ye may sleep, In the moss so deep, While the noon is so warm and so weary, And sweetly awake, As the sun through the brake Bids the robin and white-throat sing cheery.. The quicken is tufted with blossoms of snow, Peeps over the nest, In the midst of the crab-blossoms blushing: And the call of the pheasant Is frequent and pleasant When all other calls are hushing. Howitt. EASTER CAROL. ET the merry church bells ring; Life hath conquered dying. Flowers are smiling, fields are gay, Sunny is the weather; With our risen Lord to-day, All things rise together. Let the birds sing out again As the breezes flutter: "He arose, and is not here!" Is the strain they utter. Mourning hearts must needs be gay, Since the very grave can say, "Christ he hath arisen!" - Anon. BABY. PART I. H, when did Baby come? Babe was dressed in white, In the black, dead night, Oh, Baby came from where? Oh, who sent Baby here? Oh, who was Baby's shield, One of the cherubim ; His sword he took with him. |