  Sleep, baby, sleep;—safe from the storm, Hid in thy wrappings downy and warm Tell all the drifting snow Tell all the winds that blow, That they must softly go; Baby is here. Sleep, baby, sleep; storm-clouds have fled, And not a snow-flake touched baby’s bed! Tell the Aurora bright, Tell all the stars of night, Send down your cheery light; Baby is here! Sleep, baby, sleep: God holds the world: His starry banner now is unfurled. Hear what the angels say, Sent on their shining way, One soul is pure as they; Baby is here. endpaper divider |
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