  Softly sway the little cradle; Softly in the quiet night Let my pure beams touch the darling, As I kissed Eve’s babies bright. As I played among the tresses Of her lovely Abel’s head, As I poured my floods of silver ’Round her happy ones long fled. When the grand old Ark was building, Noah’s babies then I kissed, And they laughed and cooed their welcome, When full-orbed I cheered the east. Through the long and fearful Deluge I was hidden from the Ark, But when cleared away the tempest And the sky was chill and dark, Then I rose, my lamp full-burning, Pouring silver on the flood, Till the mighty, shoreless ocean, Sparkling, shouted praise to God. How I watched the Ark while billows Were returning to their place, And glad hearts from Noah’s window Sway the little cradle softly; Let me touch the darling’s cheek. Every darling, through the ages, In their thoughts to me will speak. Baby lips for me are smiling; Baby fingers point to me, When my silver sails spread widest On the great, blue, silent sea. endpaper divider |
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