Poems (Linn)/Slumber Song
SLUMBER SONG.
CLOSE those little tired eyes, Eyes not used to earthly tears;Ease that little restless heart, Not yet used to earthly fears;Peace and joy should ever beGuardians of infancy.
Fold those little restless hands; Future years their strength shall own;Still those little tired feet, Pink as roses newly blown.Hush! my darling, fall asleep,Time will bring thee tears to weep.
Rocking softly to and fro, I will croon thy lullaby.Like a weary little bird Let thy sleepy voice reply.Hush thy cries and fall to rest,Cradled on thy mother's breast,