A Lullaby

(Suggested by an old verse.)


THRO' the dark and dreary night,
Golden slumbers kiss thine eyes;
Sleep, and in the early light
With a golden smile arise!
Sleep, my baby, do not cry
-Lulla, lulla, lullaby.

Trouble art thou? baby nay;
Brightest star in all my sky,
Since was turned to night my day,
And thy father-Do not cry!
Sleep, my baby, do not cry
-Lulla, lulla, lullaby.

The round red moon, she's sinking low,
The wind up-tears the very roof;-
The moon may sink, the wind may blow,
For thee, my child, I'm tempest proof.
Sleep, my baby, do not cry
-Lulla, lulla, lullaby.