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The Land of
Nursery Rhymes
Oh Little Child
Hush, little one, and fold your hands--
The sun hath set, the moon is high;
The sea is singing to the sands,
And wakeful posies are beguiled
By many a fairy lullaby--
Hush, little child--my little child!
Dream, little one, and in your dreams
Float upward from this lowly place--
Float out on mellow, misty streams
To lands where bideth Mary mild,
And let her kiss thy little face,
You little child--my little child!
Sleep, little one, and take thy rest--
With angels bending over thee,
Sleep sweetly on that Father's breast
Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled--
But stay not there--come back to me,
Oh, little child--my little child!
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