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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,
Precious gift from heaven.

Hastings?“ Nursery Songs'

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BABY.
What is this pretty little thing,
That nurse so carefully doth bring,
And round its head a blanket fling?

A baby!
“Oh dear, how very soft its cheek ;
Why, nurse, I cannot make it speak,
And it can't walk, it is so weak.

Poor baby! “Oh, I'm afraid that it will die;

Why can't it eat as well as I,
And jump, and talk? Do let it try.

Poor baby!"

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Little brother, darling boy,

You are very dear to me;
I am happy-full of joy,

When your smiling face I see.

How I wish that you could speak,

And could know the words I say ; Pretty stories I would seek,

To amuse you every day:

Songs.

All about the honey-bees,

Flying past us in the sun;
Birds that sing among the trees,

Lambs that in the meadows run.

,

I'll be very kind to you,

Never strike or make you cry,
As some naughty children do,

Quite forgetting God is nigh.

Shake your rattle—here it is—

Listen to its merry noise ;
And when you are tired of this,
I will bring you other toys.

Mary Lundie Duncan

GOOD BOY.

When little Ned was sent to bed,

He always acted right;
He kissed mamma and then papa,

And wished them both good-night.

He made no noise, like naughty boys,

But, glad I am to say,
Directly went when he was sent,

Undressed, and knelt to pray.

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SWEETLY SLEEP. Sleep, my baby-sleep, my boy, Rest your little weary head; 'Tis your mother rocks her boy In his little cradle bed.

Lullaby, sweet lullaby! All the little birds are sleepingEvery one has gone to rest; And my precious one is resting In his pretty cradle nest.

Lullaby, sweet lullaby!

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