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Various The Nursery, February 1878, Vol…

With the lullaby shall seem still to soothe and bless your dream.
Lullaby, oh, lullaby! stars are lighting in the sky;
All the sunshine of the day like yourself is tired of play:
Tell me, are the sunbeams there in that dreamland bright and fair?
Bring them back, my baby, then, when you wake to earth again.
Sweetly on her mother's breast sinks the little one to rest.
By-low time is sweeter far than all the hours of play-time are:
So thinks baby, so think I, as we sing our lullaby,
Rocking gently to and fro, chanting softly, chanting low.
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Various The Nursery, February 1878, Vol…

I left him then, with his father and mother making just such a time over him as your fathers and mothers made over you when you took your first steps.
Mabel Elwell.
"LULLABY!"
Now the shadows gather fast, "by-low" time has come at last;
Little birds have gone to rest, safe within their downy nest;
Little lambkins seek the fold, warmly housed from wind and cold:
Baby darling, you and I now must sing our lullaby!
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Various The Nursery, February 1878, Vol…

On a bright, cold winter day, when no wind was stirring, and the ice of the pond was smooth as glass, Lucy went out, followed by Ebony. Such joyful barking as there was!
Her father knew that the good dog would pull her out of the water, if the ice should break through.
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