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Title: The Lullaby, With Original Engravings

Author: John R. Bolles

Release Date: February 4, 2004 [EBook #10931]

Language: English

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THE LULLABY

WITH ORIGINAL ENGRAVINGS

NEW LONDON:
JOHN R. BOLLES

[Illustration]

EVENING SONG.

Twilight dews are on the roses,
Little birds are in the nest,
On the green the lamb reposes--
Rest thee, little darling, rest.

While my babe is sweetly sleeping,
Silent stars are bright above,
And the angels' eyes are keeping
Over thee their watch of love.

Precious child! may that blest Saviour
Who for us a child was born,
Guard thee now and guard thee ever--
Keep thee safely, night and morn!

* * * * *

[Illustration]

THE ROBINS.

Two little robins made a nest--
'Twas in the warm spring weather;
They built it out of sticks and straws
And little bits of feather.

It was upon an apple bough,
With blossoms all around it;
So neatly wove and fitted in
That no one ever found it.

And there four little birds lay hid,
With nice green leaves to shield them,
And there they peeped and flapped about,
And well the old ones fed them.

And when the hawk comes hovering near,
The speckled hen gives a cry of fear,
And the little chickens, every one,
Up to her in a moment run,
Safely hide beneath her wings.
Oh! the nice old speckled hen,
With her pretty chickens ten.

* * * * *

LULLABY.

There, lullaby, and I will sing to you
A little song about a yellow bird
That made a nest upon a currant bush,
And sung the sweetest that you ever heard,
Lullaby, lullaby!

There were two little birds that built the nest;
One sat and sung upon the garden wall,
The other, with her warm and downy breast,
Covered the eggs so beautiful and small.
Lullaby, lullaby!

One day s