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THE WIDOW'S LULLABY, by                    
First Line: "lull-lully, my baby, oh, would that thy mother"
Last Line: "yea, go while we dream of the dawn that shall be!"
Subject(s): Widows & Widowers


Lull-lully, my baby, oh, would that thy mother
Were happy as thou, and light-hearted to-night;
Lull-lully, now get thee to sleep with no singing,
My songs are all quenched, like a perishing light;
And 'tis easier now
To shed tears on thy brow,
While thus I bend over thy cradle, and trace
Thy father's dear image again in thy face.

Lull-lully, my pretty; I joy thou dost know not
That thou art an orphan--nor wilt yet for long;
Thy heart so unspotted were breaking, my treasure,
Didst thou know that a widow unshielded from wrong
Doth lull thee to sleep
In loneliness deep,
With thy father no more at the hearth by her side,
With no counsel, no song, and no rudder to guide.

Lull-lully, my fay, if thy mother be spared thee,
Thou'lt find against wrongs a sure shield in her arm;
Thy father's dear spirit now prayeth in Heaven
The world's mighty Ruler to guard us from harm;
Yea, asketh me too
To shelter thee true,
Like an angel to nurse thee beneath Heaven's eyes;
Oh, lully--ere long we shall lie where he lies!

Lull-lully--without there the rough wind blows colder,
And thick in the moonlight the frost spreads a shroud;
But yonder, my Guen, there's a beautiful Canaan
For us the forlorn--without darkness or cloud.
Of that Country'all bright
We will dream through this night;
Oh, could we but go there to wander, set free
Yea, go while we dream of the dawn that shall be!





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