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The Ivory Cradle / The cradle I have made for thee / Is carved of orient ivory, / And curtained round with wavy silk / More white than hawthorn-bloom or milk.
A twig of box, a lilac spray, / Will drive the goblin-horde away; / And charm thy child-like heart to keep / Her happy dream and virgin sleep.