Lullaby

O Mary, Mother, if the day we trod
In converse sweet the lily-fields of God,
From earth afar arose a cry of pain,
Would we not weep again?
(Sings) Hush, hush, O baby mine,
Mothers twain are surely thine,
One of earth and One divine.

O Mary, Mother, if the day the air
Was sweet with songs celestial, came a prayer
From earth afar and mingled with the strain,
Would we not pray again?
(Sings) Sleep, sleep, my baby dear,
Mothers twain are surely near,
One to pray and one to hear.

O Mary, Mother, if, as yesternight
A bird sought shelter at my casement light,
A wounded soul should flutter to thy breast,
Wouldst thou refuse it rest?
(Sings) Sleep, darling, peacefully,
Mary, Mother, comforts me;
Christ, her son, hath died for thee.

Arthur Sherburne Hardy

Arthur Sherburne Hardy was an American engineer, educator, editor, diplomat, novelist, and poet, born on August 13, 1847. He is known for his diverse career and contribution to various fields, including literature. Hardy served as a professor of civil engineering and later became a notable figure in diplomacy, serving in positions such as the United States Ambassador to Greece, Romania, and Switzerland. He passed away on March 13, 1930.

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A blameless babe thou now art made.
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O little child, my little child!

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