Poems (Prescott)/A Lullaby

by Mary Newmarch Prescott

For works with similar titles, see A Lullaby.

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!