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Hush, little one, and fold your hands -- / The sun hath set, the moon is high; / The sea is singing to the sands, / And wakeful posies are beguiled / By many a fairy lullaby -- / Hush, little child -- my little child!
Dream, little one, and in your dreams / Float upward from this lowly place -- / Float out on mellow, misty streams / To lands where bideth Mary mild, / And let her kiss thy little face, / You little child -- my little child!
Sleep, little one, and take thy rest -- / With angels bending over thee, / Sleep sweetly on that Father's breast / Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled -- / But stay not there -- come back to me, / Oh, little child -- _my_ little child!