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“If One Rose should Creep.”
   While my baby is sleeping;    Never wake,   Though thy mother is weeping;    Babe of my bosom, sleep!
Sleep! the silence is all around,Save the sighings that are not sound,Where the wind in the branches weavesMystic melodies through the leaves;Or the far-away murmuringsLike the stir of an angel’s wings.Only night is about us now—Child, the earth is as tired as thou.
   Babe of my bosom, sleep;    Tender, sweet blossom, sleep!    Hearts may ache   While the long hours go creeping,    Hearts may break   While my baby is sleeping;    Never wake,   Though thy mother is weeping;    Babe of my bosom, sleep!

Arthur H. Adams.

CXII.

“If One Rose should Creep.”

If one rose should creep To bow herself upon the grassWhere Thou art buried (ah, too deep!) And tremble when the angels pass,She could not reach Thee, Dear, asleep.
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