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_Child_. O MOTHER, lay your hand on my brow! / O mother, mother, where am I now? / Why is the room so gaunt and great? / Why am I lying awake so late?
_Mother_. Fear not at all: the night is still.
Nothing is here that means you ill- / Nothing but lamps the whole town through, / And never a child awake but you.
_Child_. Mother, mother, speak low in my ear, / Some of the things are so great and near, / Some are so small and far away, / I have a fear that I cannot say, / What have I done, and what do I fear, / And why are you crying, mother dear?
_Mother_. Out in the city, sounds begin / Thank the kind God, the carts come in! / An hour or two more, and God is so kind, / The day shall be blue in the window-blind, / Then shall my child go sweetly asleep, / And dream of the birds and the hills of sheep.