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Rose tints of morning,
Evening clouds golden!
Gleams of eternity
Beckon from both;
Breathe in the flowers
Love scatters over
The bed of the sleeper ;
Echo in music
Of lullabies tender,
Which love singeth softly
By cradle and grave:
“ During thy sleep
An angel doth keep
Watch over thee;
Waiting the hour
When thou, by the power
Of love’s kiss, wakened shalt be.”
Cradle of childhood !
Sweetly I slumbered
On thee, thou tiny
Snowy white bed:
Grave ever yearned for!
Laid in thy harder,
Gloomier bosom,
I long to lie sleeping, —
Long to find coolness
For heart-burning fever, —
Long to find rest.
O! might I only
Slumber’so calmly
In motherly bosom,
Lying so peaceful
In motherly earth!
Blessed and thankful,
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