Mayest thou, if designed by heaven
Future days and years to see,
Soothe her, make her passage even;
Let her heart rejoice in thee.

May her anxious cares and labors
Be repaid by filial love;

And thy soul be crowned with favors
From the boundless source above.

BABY, SLEEP.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Near thee sits thy little brother,

Close beside thee is thy mother:

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Taylor.

Israel's Shepherd watches o'er thee,
No rude danger lies before thee:
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Germ of beauty, bud and blossom,
Rest upon thy Saviour's bosom:

Sleep, baby, sleep.

Sleep, baby, sleep,

No longer weep;

Life has many a raging billow-
Rest upon thy downy pillow:
Sleep, baby, sleep.

Hastings' "Nursery Songs."

HUSHABY.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Baby, do not weep;
On thy downy pillow lie,
Softly, softly sleep.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Now thine eyelids close;
While thy mother sitting by,
Watches thy repose.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Think of no alarm;

Angel spirits round thee fly,

Guarding thee from harm.

Hushaby, hushaby,

Slumber sweet be given;
On thy downy pillow lie;

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"Why, you were once a baby too,
And could not jump as now you do,
But good mamma took care of you,
Like baby.

"And then she taught your little feet,
To pat along the carpet neat,

And called papa to come and meet
His baby.

"O, dear mamma, to take such care, And no kind pains and trouble spare

To feed and nurse you

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when you were A baby."

Taylor.

OH, HARK! THE BABY CRIES.

Oh, hark! Oh, hark! the baby cries,
As on his little bed he lies:

He looks around, and mother's gone,
And he don't like to be alone.
But mother is coming,

Oh see how she's running,

To learn what the matter can be;
But she soon will find out

What it is all about;

And how very sorry is she.

My little babe must never fret,
And put himself in such a pet;
But play with his fingers and his toes,
And lie very still when mother goes.
Now sister is coming,

I hear her running

To see what the matter can be:
She has heard the loud cries,
And away how she flies,

For a dear loving sister is she.

Our little boy must never fret,

And put himself in such a pet,
But give us kisses, one, two, three:
Here, come! I'll take you on my knee.
Now see your dear mother,

And sister and brother,
Who always are loving and true;

And when they're away,

Lie still, laugh, and play,

They'll soon come again back to you.