Poems (Prescott)/A Lullaby

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A LULLABY
  Hush, hush, rest my sweet;   Rest, rest thy tired feet; Forget the storms and tears of thy brief hours:   There's naught shall thee distress,   Wrapt in sleep's blissfulness,Crowned by a dream, something as fair as flowers,
  Hush, dearest, hush;   May no intruder brush From off thy bloomy cheek the downy kiss;   May no inquiet fly   Go rudely buzzing by To snatch away thy dear unconscious bliss.
  May dreams enchanted spread   A pillow for thy head,And hang a curtain 'twixt thee and the sun;   While smiles shall overflow   Thy rosy lips as though The angels' whisper were too sweet for one.
  Then, sleep, my baby dear;   Yet, lest the traitor, Fear, Should cry, "The child will waken nevermore!"   Stir in thy dreams anon,  Bidding the thought begone,And lift thine eyes to bless me as before!
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