#RhymedStanza
What do the stars do Up in the sky, Higher than the wind can blow, Or the clouds can fly? Each star in its own glory
SAFE where I cannot die yet, Safe where I hope to lie too, Safe from the fume and the fret; You, and you, Whom I never forget.
What can lambkins do All the keen night through? Nestle by their woolly mother The careful ewe. What can nestlings do
When fishes set umbrellas up If the rain—drops run, Lizards will want their parasols To shade them from the sun.
Growing in the vale By the uplands hilly, Growing straight and frail, Lady Daffadowndilly. In a golden crown,
Dancing on the hill—tops, Singing in the valleys, Laughing with the echoes, Merry little Alice. Playing games with lambkins
The rose that blushes rosy red, She must hang her head; The lily that blows spotless white… She may stand upright.
Angels at the foot, And Angels at the head, And like a curly little lamb My pretty babe in bed.
Rosy maiden Winifred, With a milkpail on her head, Tripping through the corn, While the dew lies on the wheat In the sunny morn.
Sleep, little Baby, sleep, The holy Angels love thee, And guard thy bed, and keep A blessed watch above thee. No spirit can come near
Jesus, do I love Thee? Thou art far above me, Seated out of sight Hid in Heavenly Light Of most highest height.
Hope new born one pleasant morn Died at even; Hope dead lives nevermore. No, not in heaven. If his shroud were but a cloud
Crimson curtains round my mother’s… Silken soft as may be; Cool white curtains round about my… For I am but a baby.
‘Oh, where are you going with your… On the west wind blowing along thi… 'The downhill path is easy, come w… We shall escape the uphill by neve… So they two went together in glowi…
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