SEA SLUMBER-SONG SEA-BIRDS are asleep, The world forgets to weep, Sea murmurs her soft slumber-song On the shadowy sand Of this elfin land; "I, the Mother mild, Hush thee, O my child, Dream, the rocks and caves, Of this elfin land; To slumber woos and wins, Roden Noel SWEET AND LOW SWEET and low, sweet and low, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon; Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. Alfred Tennyson A CRADLE HYMN HUSH! my dear, lie still and slumber, |