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Close her eyes: she must not peep!
Let her little puds go slack; / Slide away far into sleep: / Sis will watch till she comes back!
Mother's knitting at the door, / Waiting till the kettle sings; / When the kettle's song is o'er / She will set the bright tea-things.
Father's busy making hay / In the meadow by the brook, / Not so very far away -- / Close its peeps, it needn't look!
God is round us everywhere -- / Sees the scythe glitter and rip; / Watches baby gone somewhere; / Sees how mother's fingers skip!
Sleep, dear baby; sleep outright: / Mother's sitting just behind: / Father's only out of sight; / God is round us like the wind.