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If I could clasp my little babe / Upon my breast to-night, / I would not mind the blowing wind / That shrieketh in affright. / Oh, my lost babe! my little babe, / My babe with dreamful eyes; / Thy bed is cold; and night wind bold / Shrieks woeful lullabies.
My breast is softer than the sod; / This room, with lighter hearth, / Is better place for thy sweet face / Than frozen mother earth. / Oh, my babe! oh, my lost babe! / Oh, babe with waxen hands. / I want thee so, I need thee so -- / Come from thy mystic lands!