,,baby-,,land ,,by ,wild-,bird ,mrs4 ,almira ,l4 ,corey ,frink ,illustration ,edited by ,olive ,bacon ,frink ,denver1 ,colorado ,copyright1 #aiaa1 by ,olive ,bacon ,frink ,contents ,transcriber's ,note3 ,this ,table of ,contents was created by the transcriber to assist the reader4 ,dedication #b 8,there's a ,baby ,born0 #e 8,did ,you ,know80 #f ,lullaby of the ,moon #h ,baby's ,bed #aj ,babies #ab ,lullaby of the ,arctic #ac ,baby ,noah #ad ,lullaby of the ,ocean #af ,keep ,warm the ,baby's ,feet #ag ,lullaby of the ,forest #ah ,our ,kitty #ai ,mother's ,lullaby #bj ,wintergreen ,berries #ba ,the ,cradle ,song of the ,rockies #bb ,the ,cradle ,song of the ,nile #bc ,snow-birds #be ,the ,miner's ,cradle ,song #bf ,eve's ,care #bg ,the ,oriole's ,song #bh ,lullaby of the ,oriole #cj ,the ,mother to ,her ,sleeping ,babe #ca ,the ,baptism #cf ,ode to the ,moon #cg ,the ,moon and ,her ,star #ci ,pansies #dj ,my ,baby #da ,baby's ,cup #db ,be a ,baby ,while ,you ,can #dc ,mother ,eve #de ,lullaby of the ,thrush #df ,baby's ,chilly ,ride #dg ,baby's ,medicine #di ,baby's ,bath #ea ,the ,farmer's ,cradle ,song #eb ,the ,little ,fawn #ec ,our ,baby #ee ,lilies #eg ,the ,diver's ,cradle ,song #eh ,the ,rising ,generation #ei ,why the ,babies ,went ,home #fb ,blessings of ,god #fc ,kindness to ,all #fe ,chorus of the ,flowers #ff ,the ,cornstalk ,chair #fg ,little ,old ,baby ,clothes #fi ,lullaby of the ,roses #ga ,lullaby of the ,sun #gc ,earth's ,requiem for the ,little ,ones #gd ,darling ,baby #ge ,the ,ancient of ,days #gf ,little ,shoes #gh ,there's an ,angel ,here #gi 8,waking ,up the ,stars0 #hj ,lullaby of the ,stars #ha ,roses #hc ,mother ,earth's ,lullaby #hd ,lullaby of the ,rain-drops #hf ,kissing the ,sunbeam #hh ,jewel of the ,cradle #ij ,baby ,sweet #ia ,angel of the ,cradle #ib ,let ,angels ,name ,it #id ,the ,two ,cradles #if ,my ,darling ,unborn #ih ,our ,first-,born #ajj ,the ,mother's ,thoughts on the ,death of ,her ,first-,born #aja ,angel-,twin #ajc ,our ,children #ajd ,,dedication ,father of ,lights1 to ,thee ,i give ,these scattered notes2 and as they glide ,o'er hilltops bright and valleys wide2 ,o'er hamlet1 old with penury1 ,or palace filled with luxury2 ,o'er city and o'er wilderness2 ,o'er hearts in gladness or distress1 ,o1 give them1 ,lord1 ,thy smile indeed1 ,and make them like the winged seed1 ,that spreads on high its silken plumes1 ,comes softly down1 takes root and blooms1 ,forever in the heart to live4 ,,wild-,,bird4 8,,there',s ,a ,,baby ,,born0 ,hark6 the shining stars are singing1 ,and the azure skies are ringing3 ,angels joyful news are bringing1 8,there's a baby born40 ,child of ,deity1 unfolding ,in a form of heavenly molding2 ,endless life in frailest holding1 ,sweet as rosy morn6 8,,did ,,you ,,know80 ,the soft winds played in the summer grove1 ,that the sunlight made aglow1 ,when a small face peered through the garden gate ',mong the roses pure as snow3 ,and in sweet1 shy tones came the wondrous words1 8,we've a baby2 did you know80 ,the passer-by caught the accents soft1 ,and the words seemed to linger there1 ,like the fragrant breath of the sweet ,june rose ,on the summer's balmy air4 ,and the stranger smiled 'neath his load of cares1 ,and the sunlight seemed to glow ,with a brighter beam1 as the echoes came1 8,we've a baby2 did you know80 ,and all the way from the cottage bright ,where our mother ,eve once sung1 ,the same sweet words have been spoken oft2 ,and the echoes clear have rung ,through the summer glades and upon the hills ,that were wrapped in robes of snow1 ,the sweet child voices oft have said1 8,we've a baby2 did you know80 ,we all forget what our griefs have been1 ,and the toils and tears and strife1 ,as the wee bright angels come to earth1 ,just born to an endless life2 ,and the words will fall like a holy thrill1 ,as adown life's path we go1 ,and listen yet to the echoes sweet1 8,we've a baby2 did you know80 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,moon ,softly sway the little cradle2 ,softly in the quiet night ,let my pure beams touch the darling1 ,as ,i kissed ,eve's babies bright4 ,as ,i played among the tresses ,of her lovely ,abel's head1 ,as ,i poured my floods of silver ',round her happy ones long fled4 ,when the grand old ,ark was building1 ,noah's babies then ,i kissed1 ,and they laughed and cooed their welcome1 ,when full-orbed ,i cheered the east4 ,through the long and fearful ,deluge ,i was hidden from the ,ark1 ,but when cleared away the tempest ,and the sky was chill and dark1 ,then ,i rose1 my lamp full-burning1 ,pouring silver on the flood1 ,till the mighty1 shoreless ocean1 ,sparkling1 shouted praise to ,god4 ,how ,i watched the ,ark while billows ,were returning to their place1 ,and glad hearts from ,noah's window ,so rejoiced to see my face4 ,sway the little cradle softly2 ,let me touch the darling's cheek4 ,every darling1 through the ages1 ,in their thoughts to me will speak4 ,baby lips for me are smiling2 ,baby fingers point to me1 ,when my silver sails spread widest ,on the great1 blue1 silent sea4 ,,baby',s ,,bed ,baby's little bed should be ,white as drifting snow2 ,pure and sweet as ,heaven's air1 ,where the soft clouds glow4 ,baby's tiny coverlet ,should be lambs' wool white1 ,dainty as the pelican1 ,fluffy1 warm and light4 ,baby's pillow should be made ,light as eider down1 ,with a cover clean and soft ,as its little gown4 ,pin a rose upon the wall1 ,something great or small1 ,place where baby's eyes can see ,in its quiet revery4 ,baby understands the flowers2 ,they will cheer its waking hours4 ,place the feathered songster near2 ,let him trill for baby's ear4 ,baby understands sweet song1 ,with no words of right or wrong4 ,guileless babies4 ,jesus told ,how1 within the ,heavenly ,fold1 ,all the little ones1 in grace ,see our ,father's blessed face4 ,there what holy song they learn1 ,ne'er to evil ways to turn4 ,half the soul-buds of the world ,go to ,heaven to be unfurled2 ,in that ,home where ne'er was heard ,thought of sin or evil word4 ,baby's bed is ready now4 ,see the gladness light its brow4 ,softly tuck the velvet feet2 ,kiss the dimpled fingers sweet2 ,gently sing a lullaby1 ,till ,love shuts its starry eye4 ,baby's bed's a sacred place1 ,free from every guile4 ,e'en the weariest of earth ,can but look and smile4 ,be not proud1 the angels there ,guard the precious one with care1 ,and the light from ,pearly ,gates ,shines across the bed1 ,where the shining angel waits ,at the cradle head4 ,sweetest vigils we will keep1 ,hush6 the darling is asleep4 ,,babies ,darling babies1 precious babies6 ,to the cradles flocking1 flocking2 ,little men and little women ,in the cradles rocking1 rocking4 ,sweetest baby voices cooing2 ,dimpled fingers clasping1 playing2 ,baby smiles and baby glances1 ,from the cradles swaying1 swaying4 ,o6 the stars may pale in ashes1 ,and the sun may cease its glowing2 ,but these new-born souls forever ,must be onward going1 going6 ,bless these tender hearts1 ,o ,saviour6 ,with ,thy love these loves entwining2 ,make them ,thine own fadeless jewels4 ,in ,thy crown forever shining4 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,arctic ,sleep1 baby1 sleep2--safe from the storm1 ,hid in thy wrappings downy and warm ,tell all the drifting snow ,tell all the winds that blow1 ,that they must softly go2 ,baby is here4 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep2 storm-clouds have fled1 ,and not a snow-flake touched baby's bed6 ,tell the ,aurora bright1 ,tell all the stars of night1 ,send down your cheery light2 ,baby is here6 ,sleep1 baby1 sleep3 ,god holds the world3 ,his starry banner now is unfurled4 ,hear what the angels say1 ,sent on their shining way1 ,one soul is pure as they2 ,baby is here4 ,,baby ,,noah ,when ,mother ,lamech's baby boy ,in the bright hammock swung1 ,and ,grandpapa ,methuselah ,some cheery anthem sung1 ,as baby ,noah sucked his thumb1 ,or played with wee pink toes1 ,he knew not of the flood to come ,with all its startling woes4 ,and when he clapped to see the stars ,peer through the heavens dark1 ,he did not know his dimpled hands ,would plan the precious ,ark4 ,he knew not that the baby voice ,then learning 8lullaby0 ,must yet be by the nations heard1 ,sent by the ,king on high2 ,that he must preach the coming ,christ1 ,the ,saviour yet to die1 ,and men would scoff and hate his name ,and pass his warnings by2 ,that violence in all the earth ,would run its riot free1 ,until the storm and cyclone came1-- ,avenging powers to be4 ,and when the birds of morning sang ,the chorus of the groves1 ,and baby ,noah cooed and laughed ,to see the bright-winged doves1 ,he knew not that on ,ararat ,the other side the ,flood1 ,he would send forth a bird like that ,to bring him tidings good4 ,so we1 who shield our little ones ,and guide their baby feet1 ,know not the bitter that may come1 ,or snares hid in the sweet4 ,we hold their hands and kiss their lips1 ,we wrap them in our love2 ,and yet a little while and then ,who'll guide them when they rove8 ,lord ,jesus1 ,saviour of the lambs1 ,bless ,thou these little ones2 ,teach us1 ,o ,lord1 that we may teach ,thy daughters and ,thy sons2 ,that we may right examples set1 ,in pleasure or in straits2 ,that they may in our footsteps go ,and enter ,pearly ,gates4 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,ocean ,rest1 darling1 rest1 ,on ,ocean's breast1 ,millions of star-worlds are mirrored to-night ,till the great deep is all sparkling with light2 ,o the blue sea is a glorious sight1 ,rocking my baby till morning shines bright6 ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on the sea's breast2 ,beautiful ,deep1 ,rock us to sleep6 ,when the sea roars1 ,and the storm pours1 ,and the great billows so fearfully reel1 ,and the loud thunders burst peal upon peal1 ,jesus1 our ,lord1 lays ,his hand on the wheel1 ,then the great waves come sobbing and kneel4 ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on the sea's breast2 ,beautiful ,deep1 ,rock us to sleep6 ,,keep ,,warm ,,the ,,baby',s ,,feet ,o mother of the darling sweet1 ,keep warm1 keep warm the baby's feet6 ,would you make strong the tiny form1 ,against disease1 against the storm1 ,then keep the precious feet most warm6 ,countless little graves now hold ,the tiny form within their fold1 ,because in life their feet were cold4 ,then1 mother of the darling sweet1 ,keep warm1 keep warm the baby's feet6 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,forest ,sweet is summer's breeze ,through the leafy trees1 ,where the honeysuckles grow1 ,and the violets below ,open wide their bright blue eyes1 ,looking towards the sunny skies4 ,sleep1 while gentle south winds blow ,over blossoms white as snow4 ,now the sunset bird ,by his trill has stirred ,all the evening songsters near2 ,what a warbling choir is here6 ,and the chorus 8,whippoorwill0 ,calls from every vine-clad hill4 ,sleep1 while all the birdies sing ,praises to our ,saviour ,king4 ,in the leafy nest ,songsters are at rest2 ,all the little ground birds hide ',neath the grassy curtains wide2 ,in its well-made mossy bed ,every squirrel rests its head4 ,sleep1 my little precious bud ,from the ,paradise of ,god4 ,,our ,,kitty ,kitty was playing with one little ball1 ,a ball that was hung on a string2 ,its bright eyes were dancing in merriest glee1 ,watching how far it would swing4 ,and dear little puss1 as quick as a dart1 ,would dash it1 when near her it swung2 ,but kitty could only laugh out of her eyes1 ,for joy that a ball could be strung4 ,o frolicsome kitty6 ,say1 why did you come ,where somebody often gets cross8 ,you don't know what rough words may meet you in life1 ,when there's not a play-ball to toss6 ,then ,truth answered me in a sweet1 loving tone1 ,and said that wee kitty had come ,to teach little children to ever be kind ,and tender to pets in the home4 ,the velvet is soft on the small1 fragile paws2 ,and if it with gentleness meet1 ',tis seldom that any will know it has claws1 ,or learn there are pins in its feet4 ,and kitty is come to show us a way ,to work for a wonderful thing2 ,when lions and lambs together shall play1 ,and all hearts together shall sing6 ,,mother',s ,,lullaby ,never fear1 darling1 nor start at a sound2 ,mother's arm foldeth thee tenderly 'round4 ,mother's heart beats for thee2 rest on it1 love2 ,mother's voice sings for thee1 soft as a dove4 ,go to sleep1 baby1 and grow to be strong4 ,mother will teach thee a beautiful song2 ,beautiful song that together we'll sing ,in the ,bright ,land1 that forever is ,spring4 ,o soft1 little feet1 lie still in the wrap1 ,for ten little toes are needing a nap2 ,one little hand reaches up for a kiss2 ,baby can't sleep without mother's caress6 ,but mother is worn and weary to-night1 ,go to sleep1 baby1 till morning is bright4 ,mother wakes easy2 don't fear if she nod2 ,for nobody loves like mother and ,god4 ,,wintergreen ,,berries ',twas a cold1 rough day ,as we sped away ,in the grand old ,michigan woods2 ,and the forest flowers1 ',mid the windy hours1 ,hid back in their wee1 warm hoods4 ,but we searched the ground1 ,and the red drops found ',neath their shining parasols green2 ,two or three on a stem1 ,each a round1 ruby gem1 ',neath coverts of emerald sheen4 ,o little1 bright globes6 ,in your wee1 red robes1 ,and hid under sweet1 scented leaves1 ,o why do you grow1 ,hid away till the snow ,its great white coverlet weaves8 ,but the berries cried1 8,we were made to hide1 ,till the dear1 little hands shall come ,and bear us away ,for their own sweet play1 ,in the corner of some glad home40 ,,the ,,cradle ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,rockies ,father has gone to the mountains for gold ,hid for his baby for ages untold2 ,he will come home when the wind bloweth cold1 ,calling for baby4 ,brother has gone to the mountains to seek ,quartz-gems as rosy as baby's bright cheek2 ,he will bring topaz from valley and peak1 ,calling for baby4 ,sister has gone to the mountains to bring ,all the bright blossoms that wake in the spring2 ,she will come1 blithe as the birdies that sing1 ,calling for baby4 ,if we forget thou are lent from the skies1 ,angels may come from the ,father ,all-,wise1 ,with a great love shining out of their eyes1 ,calling for baby4 ,,the ,,cradle ,,song ,,of ,,the ,,nile 8,lullaby1 darling one2 now you will ride ,on the ,nile waters so quiet and wide4 ,let no one say my baby has cried ,there in the rushes40 ,thus said a mother1 and offered a prayer1 ,as the small ark floated daintily there2 ,leaving to ,god and ,his tenderest care ,the cradle of rushes4 ,who is now come to the river to lave8 ,oh6 'tis the king's daughter lovely and brave2 ,bidding her maidens bring in from the wave ,the cradle of rushes4 ,pharaoh's fair daughter bends low to caress3 8,hushaby1 pretty one6 give me a kiss2-- ,who ever saw such a cradle as this1 ,built out of rushes6 8,go6 call a ,hebrew to nurse it for me3-- ,sing a glad song till it laughs in its glee4 ',tis well ,i was first the sweet cherub to see1 ,hid in the rushes4 8,dress it in raiment of loveliest dyes2 ,pharaoh's great gems are not bright as its eyes2 ,this is the king's daughter's beautiful prize1 ,found in the rushes40 ,,snow-,,birds ,birdies dancing on the snow1 ,merry as if this were ,june2 ,and the little wiry feet ,skipping to the gayest tune2 ,with no stockings and no shoes1 ,chirping forth the morning news4 ,o1 you'll freeze your tiny feet ,while you chipper glad and sweet6 8,freeze80 they chipper1 8no1 for we ,are the snow-birds1 don't you see8 ,this is telling our delight ,for the morning golden-bright1 ,as we breakfast on the seeds ,gathered from the old dry weeds4 ,does your song of praises flow ,glad1 as we chirp on the snow80 ,,the ,,miner',s ,,cradle ,,song ,dig a little farther2 baby needs a hood1 ,cloak1 and shoes1 and blanket1--everything that's good4 ,dig a little farther2 never say despair1 ,while the little darling needs a dress and chair4 ,sell the watch for candles1 make the lantern burn2 ,soon we'll strike the treasure with a glad return4 ,dig a little farther2 show us1 ,lord1 the way6 ,for the precious baby we will dig and pray4 ,sharpen pick and shovel2 see that rope is strong2 ,turn the windlass careful1 lest you hush the song ,by the little cradle where the baby sleeps1 ,and ,god's loving angel ceaseless vigil keeps6 ,,eve',s ,,care ,eve kept her babies carefully warm1 ,safe from the evening chill1 safe from the storm2 ,as the ,lord made of skins a garment for her1 ,eve must have known that the babes needed fur2 ,cloaks lined with ermine and fluffiest goods1 ,wraps fringed with camel's hair2 eider down hoods4 ,o1 to have seen the sweet darlings of ,eve ,would have been a great lesson1 we well may believe6 ,,the ,,oriole',s ,,song ,dear little orioles rocked in the tree ,by the sweet summer winds1 waiting for me2 ,waiting for mother the supper to bring2 ,o baby orioles1 father will sing6 ,father will sing as he sits on the bough1 ,watching his babies wait supper just now4 ,dear little downy brood1 hearing the tune ,all the bright ,baltimores warble in ,june4 ,you must wear hoods of soft feathery black1 ,with a dark cape coming over your back4 ,the front of your dress must be of bright gold1 ,almost vermilion1 like father's of old4 ,with feathers white-edged on both little wings2 ,that's what the oriole wears when he sings4 ,his stockings are azure1 the same that they wore ,in the bright orchestra close to ,eve's door6 ,we never change style2 the old one is best3 ,given of ,him ,who our forefathers dressed2 ,days before ,eve placed a rose in her hair1 ,the same golden red did the orioles wear4 ,the world is so restless1 so hungry for change2 ,its plans are like billows that o'er the sea range3 ,it alters its patterns1 its habits and words2 ,and what would they do were it not for the birds6 ,if we don't praise ,him1 and sing when we can1 ,there'll be a chorus left out of ,his plan4 ,and when ,he looks down on the oriole's tree1 ,there must go up a sweet warble from me4 ',tis all ,i can give ,him for nest on the bough2 ,the song that ,he taught me1 ,i'm singing it now4 ,dear baby orioles1 learn to sing this2 ',tis the sweet song of the ,eden of bliss6 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,oriole ,your nest is all built1 and your birdies are there1 ,hidden away from the draughts of the air2 ,o pretty songster of garden and glen1 ,whistle again1 birdie1 whistle again6 8,yapou-yapou6 ha-ha6 he-he60 ,who taught you to build such a wonderful nest8 ,there you may rock all the night in your rest1 ,swung by the breezes till morn cometh1 then1 ,whistle again1 birdie1 whistle again6 8,yapou-yapou6 ha-ha6 he-he60 ,o1 pretty oriole1 where is your mate8 ,still he is searching and breakfast is late4 ,call him from hill-top1 call him from glen2 ,whistle again1 birdie1 whistle again6 8,yapou-yapou6 ha-ha6 he-he60 ,,the ,,mother ,,to ,,her ,,sleeping ,,babe ,drink1 little love1 ,the pearly stream ,no eye can see ,that flows for thee2 ,drink1 love1 and dream4 ,sweet baby thought1 ,fresh and untaught1 ,bright-winged and free1 ,glide on and see ,the golden beams1 ,and silvery streams2 ,the budding flowers ,and starry bowers ,that glow and gleam ,in baby's dream4 ,drink1 little love4 ,thy mother's eye1 ,like yonder star ,that shines afar ,in azure sky1 ,is bent on thee ,each smile to see2 ,each want to fill2 ,each fear to still2 ,and give thee rest ,upon her breast4 ,her throbbing heart ,beats to the song ,her lips prolong4 ,should baby start ,from fearful dream1 ,a fresher stream ,of song will rise ,from mother then1 ,till baby's eyes ,close soft again4 ,o little one1 ,life just begun1 ,bud newly born1 ,life's early morn1 ,harp newly strung1 ,song never sung1 ,angel unknown1 ,thou art my own6 ,saviour1 behold1 ,dearer than gold ,this pearl of love ,from ,god above3 ,priceless and pure1 ,gem to endure4 ,lord1 it is ,thine2 ,o make it shine ,with jewels there ,in holy light1 ,and let me see ,its glow so bright1 ,where glories bloom ,beyond the tomb4 ,sleep1 little one6 ,i'll cradle thee ,upon my breast4 ,thou art to be ,a glorious saint ,before the throne2 ,to sing and praise ,our ,lord1 our own4 ,i know it now2 ,upon this brow ,i press so oft ,with kisses soft1 ,a crown of light ,will glitter bright2 ,forever then ,i'll love thee1 when ,on that glad shore1 ,to part no more1 ,i clasp my love ,safe1 safe above4 ,the covenant ,is sure1 if ,i1 ,with faithful hold ,and courage bold1 ,to ,christ draw nigh ,and teach thy heart ,the better part4 ,sleep1 little love3 ,thy tiny feet ,are yet to tread ,the golden street4 ,and thou wilt glide ,with angel bands ',mong starry worlds ,in fadeless lands2 ,and praising ,god ,with harp and voice1 ,thy mother's soul ,shall then rejoice4 ,o then these years ,of pain and tears ,will all be fled6 ,rest1 little head1 ,while shadows come ,about our home2 ,and stars of night ,shine down so bright1 ,from that sweet place ,where angels sing ,of truth and grace4 ,on tireless wing ,we1 too1 will rise1 ,o darling one6 ,to yonder skies1-- ,the victory won1 ,the journey done2 ,with joy to stand1 ,hand clasped in hand1 ,upon the heights ,of true delights1 ,where music flows ,in deathless stream2 ,and want and woes1 ,and chilling snows1 ,like thy short dream1 ,forever past2 ,where ,jesus ,blest ,shall lead the throng2 ,and that sweet song ,of dying love ,we'll sing above4 ,rest1 babe of bliss1 ,on my fond breast2 ,sweet is thy kiss3 ,o ,i am blest6 ,angel unknown1 ,lord1 'tis ,thine own6 ,,the ,,baptism ,this sweet little ,lily1 this babe of our love1 ,this gift of our ,father in glory above1-- ,o ,crucified ,saviour1 we bring her to ,thee ,to make her as pure as the lily to be2 ,thy ,spirit attend her1 nor leave her alone4 ,o make her to love ,thee and seal her ,thine own6 ,thus may she forever dwell close to ,thy breast1 ,and enter all blood-washed1 the ,heavenly ,rest4 ,,ode ,,to ,,the ,,moon ,pretty ,moon1 do you remember ,what was ,eve's first lullaby1 ,when she swung the little hammock ,as the bird-songs floated by1 ,and you smiled down from the sky8 ,lovely ,moon1 do you remember ,what was ,noah's anthem sweet ,that they sang upon the ,deluge ,when the storms had ceased to beat1 ,and the stars looked down to greet8 ,lovely ,moon1 do you remember ,that sweet song the angels sung ,when the shepherds of ,judea ,sang a song for every tongue1 ,and through heaven and earth it rung8 ,lovely ,moon1 you've seen these glories3 ,through the ages thy calm smile ,silent keeps the wondrous stories ,hidden from our eyes awhile1 ,as we walk this starry isle4 ,and your lamp is ever burning1 ,though the clouds it from us hide2 ,your fair face is always shining1 ,ever since ,eve was a bride ,and the earth one homestead wide4 ,lovely ,moon1 the baby loves you3 ,light with silver floods the mist1 ,light the clouds that try to hide you1 ,sea and plain and mountain crest2 ,all things smile that thou dost kiss4 ,,the ,,moon ,,and ,,her ,,star ,some evenings fair1 there comes a star ,to cite the beauteous moon afar1 ,and travel close to her bright car2 ,list'ning glad to the song she sings2 ,watching her spread her silver wings2 ,learning a chorus to her song2 ,trimming his lamp as he speeds along4 ,whether with oars he paddles the blue1 ,or whether on lightning wings he flew1-- ,whether he goes in a boat or car1 ,i cannot see1 for he is so far4 ,,pansies ,bright the lovely pansies blossomed1 ,some in purple and in gold2 ,and ,i wondered at their courage1 ,facing storms of cloud and cold4 ,then ,i asked them of their mission1-- ,why they came to bless the world2 ,and they laughed and shook the dew-drops ,from their velvet leaves unfurled1 8,oh60 they cried1 8we've many missions1 ,but the gladdest of them all ,is to cheer the little children1 ,and gleam out from fingers small2 ,to shine forth thoughts of ,god awhile1 ,and draw from baby lips a smile40 ,,my ,,baby ,little pink toes1 five in a row1 ,with a soft1 velvet patter they go2 ,but that velvet patter is music to me1 ,my baby1 my baby6 ,oh1 ten little1 pearly-pink toes1 ,always go running in two little rows6 ,each is a beautiful jewel to me1 ,my baby1 my baby6 ,,baby',s ,,cup ,a draught of good fresh milk1 though drank ,from earthen1 tin or pewter1 ,is ,nature's food and medicine1 ,and ever will recruit her ,better than all inventions served ,in cups of golden lining4 ,if baby should need aught beside ,the precious milk1 pearl-shining1 ,then give it but the blood of grapes ,fresh-pressed from grape or raisin2 ,blest cup for all the weak and strong2 ,blest cup for every season4 ,,be ,a ,,baby ,,while ,,you ,,can ,o little man1 little man1 ,in the cradle rocking1 ,soon to study and to plan1 ,soon to cipher1 parse and scan1 ,at door of wisdom knocking2 ,measuring the mountains high ,and the worlds that stud the sky1-- ,sleep and rest1 you little man1 ,be a baby while you can2 ,gather strength to lead the van4 ,baby darling1 woman wee1 ,in the cradle rocking1 ,soon to study and to plan1 ,soon to cipher1 parse and scan2 ,measuring the mountains high1 ,and the worlds that star the sky2 ,soon to mend the stocking1 ,learning then to sew and bake1 ,also fashion and to make4 ,dainty baby-fingers1 rest2 ,soon they'll need to do their best4 ,dream that all the world is true1 ,pure as yonder starry-blue2 ,look at angels while you sleep2 ,see ,god's foot-prints in the deep3 ,all the baby hearts are ,his1 ,and they 8see ,him as ,he is40 ,be a baby while you can2 ,gather strength to lead the van4 ,,mother ,,eve ,o ,mother ,eve1 do you never look ,from the ,pearly ,gates to the starry nook1 ,where1 glimmering here in the spangled blue1 ,the world shines out that was once for you1-- ,the dear old home of the ,eden bowers ,where first you lived 'mong the birds and flowers8 ,as you look down on the babies dear1 ,and see their woes and their crying hear1 ,as fed with the food for babies not made1 ,the cheeks grow pale1 and the bright hopes fade1-- ,does your heart cry out1 8,not so6 ,not so ,must the babe be fed to be strong and grow3 ,milk1 precious milk1 is the wee one's food1 ,to strengthen the bones and nourish the blood60 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,thrush ,little brown thrush1 are you singing for me1 ,pouring your song from the crest of the tree8 ,oh6 ,i'm not worthy of such a sweet tune1 ,poured from the tree-tops bright mornings in ,june4 ,yet warble for me1 warble for me6 ,o1 if you'll sing for me1 little brown thrush1 ,i'll build a nest for you1 lined with soft plush2 8,ah1 that's not nice enough10 that's what you say1 ,waving your pretty wings1 soaring away4 ,o warble for me1 warble for me6 ,little brown thrush1 then come1 build your own nest ,of fine straw and silk1 and things you like best2 ,i'll scatter the down for you1 under the tree1 ,to line the nest warm1 if you'll warble for me4 ,o warble for me1 warble for me6 ,,baby',s ,,chilly ,,ride ,cool the winds were rustling ,and the light was paling1 ,for the sun was hidden ,with a fleecy veiling4 ,trundling down the sidewalk ,a baby's carriage rolled1 ,canopied with azure ,and dainty every fold4 ,sat the little stranger ,sweet as lily white2 ,the cap of gauzy ruffle ,let in air and light4 ,the little wrap was tasteful1 ,yet 'twas all too thin2 ,the cloak was not a warm one ,to wrap a baby in4 ,there it sat1--the angel6 ,not saying1 8,i am cold40 ,i knew that face of beauty ,would ne'er on earth grow old4 ,by all my mother-instincts ,and mother-wisdom given1 ,i knew that precious baby ,was on the road to ,heaven4 ,i thought of half-fledged birdies1 ,the sparrow and the starling2 ,and longed to wrap my mantle ,about the baby darling4 ,but on the little carriage ,rolled1 with its precious freight1 ,as if in haste to land it ,within the ,pearly ,gate4 ,had baby been a dolly1 ,with lifeless locks of flax2 ,and had its form been molded ,of porcelain or wax1 ,the fragile cap so gauzy1 ,the dainty cloak so thin1 ,had been enough of clothing ,to wrap the dolly in4 ,but flesh and blood of babies ,need something warmer far1 ,or soon the priceless jewel ,like evening's beauteous star ,will soon shine far above us2 ,and baby's precious feet ,will walk among the angels ,along the ,golden ,street4 ,,baby',s ,,medicine ,oh6 always give to the baby's mouth ,the things ,god made for food2 ,the precious milk or the grape's fresh juice1 ,things that the ,lord calls 8good40 ,blind ,folly searched through the east and west1 ,aye1 searched from north to south1 ,to find great drugs of healing power ,to put in the baby's mouth4 ,but they searched in vain6 and day and night1 ,like flocks of birds1 towards ,heaven ,the babies went1 for they could not stay ,where the cruel drugs were given4 ,and never put to the baby's lips ,the food for the stronger made2 ,or you may weep with a broken heart ,by its cold bed in the glade4 ,feed it food for the babies made1 ,and dress it warm and clean2 ,give it the purest air to breathe1 ,and the sunlight's golden sheen4 ,like the lilies fair1 like the sweet ,june rose ,then shall the baby grow2 ,and the smile of ,heaven like a halo rest ,on the angel lent below4 ,give it the love of a holy heart ,that plans for the life beyond2 ,that mingles prayer with the daily work1 ,and song with caresses fond2 ,that sweet1 glad song that forever lies ,in the heart as the years sweep on2 ,and tells of the love ,god has for us1 ,in the gift of ,his only ,son4 ,,baby',s ,,bath ,if you've got it right1 there's a smile on his lips-- ,that water must cover his fat little hips1 ,coming quite up to his waist4 ,don't make him laugh6 he will splash if you do1 ,and learn naughty ways1 and be troublesome too2 ,be quiet2 don't be in haste6 ,but if you would be sure ,of the temperature1 ,put your own elbow into the bath4 ,,the ,,farmer',s ,,cradle ,,song ,come1 little rain-drops1 patter on the corn2 ,come1 little sunbeams1 bright in rosy morn2 ,shine on the wheat-fields1 make them golden-sweet1 ,ready for the brown bread1 baby wants to eat4 ,come1 little dew-drops1 make the apples grow1 ,bellflower and russet1 bright with sunset glow4 ,come1 cloud and sunshine1 make the rainbow bright1 ,while the grapes' sweet clusters laugh in delight4 ,o1 blessed ,father1 give enough for all6 ,bread for the millions1 little folks and tall2 ,fruits for the wide world1 bringing hope and health1 ,milk and golden butter2 'tis the farmer's wealth4 ,oh6 blessed ,saviour1 with the bounty sweet ,make the people praise ,thee when they come to eat4 ,may the little children lisp a loving prayer ,for the countless blessings1 and ,thy tender care4 ,when sweet ,hosannas by all cradles rise1 ,when love of ,jesus shines from children's eyes2 ,then earth and ,heaven in one glad song will sing1 8,in the highest1 ,glory to our ,saviour ,king60 ,,the ,,little ,,fawn ,there in the summer woodland1 ,down in the quiet glade1 ,hid in a leafy thicket1 ,is a little fawn in the shade4 ,and the wildwood moss is growing ,about its dry leaf bed2 ,and the vine of the forest swaying ,its blossoms overhead4 ,the mother roe comes often ,to nurse her baby deer2 ,and she listens1 listens1 listens1 ,lest some bold foot come near4 ,there she dreams with her baby1 ,till birds of the early dawn ,wake the mother from slumber ,to nurse her dear little fawn4 ,who made the glad mother1 ,who made the wee fawn8 ,who made the bright birdies ,to sing at the dawn8 ,the same ,who made baby1 ,the same ,who made me2 ,who calls us and calls us ,his loved ones to be4 ,,our ,,baby ,what do you think that the kitty did ,when baby was two weeks old1 ,and her eyes were dark1 of a pansy blue1 ,and her hair half brown1 half gold8 ,kit put her paws on the baby's feet1 ,and looked into baby's eyes2 ,and baby looked into kitty's face ,with a curious surprise4 ,she thought that puss was a funny folk1 ,half black1 and yellow half2 ,with eyes of shining greenish gold2 ,and it made the baby laugh4 ,what do you think that the birdies said ,in the garden 'mong the trees1 ,as they ate of the berries growing there1 ,and sang in the summer breeze1 ,and built their nests on the leafy boughs ,where the baby's eyes could see8 ,they sang the words that the baby loved2 8,twitter-dee1 twitter-dee-dee-dee40 ,and what do you think that the baby did1 ,when they gathered white sprays1 shining1 ,and made a hedge of the cradle side8 ,a hedge with a white-star lining8 ,why1 baby sat like a little queen1 ,in the midst of the circling bower1 ,and smiled as if it were ,eden sweet1 ,and she never crushed a flower6 ,and what do you think that the bright stars did1 ,as the baby peered through the curtain1 ,and peered again with a longing look1 ,to be sure they were shining1 certain8 ,the stars just twinkled and twinkled there1 ,as they did to ,eve's own darlings1 ,when their dimpled fingers pointed up ,to stars of the cloudless evenings4 ,and how do you think that the baby looked1 ,as we took her out at sunset1 ,and set her down 'mong the tall ripe oats 7',twas before the earth was dew-wet71 ,the baby looked at the golden oats ,above and around her growing1 ,and high up into ,god's blue sky1 ,as if somebody there were knowing ,all about what a place she found ,where the nodding oats were playing1 ,and she sweetly smiled in her mother's face1 ,as that mother's heart was praying2 ,praying there for her darling one1 ,that her little feet might never ,turn aside from the path that leads ,where ,christ is the ,joy forever4 ,,lilies ,when ,i wandered 'mong the lilies1 ,over hill and down the dale2 ,and some bloomed in brilliant scarlet1 ,others pure as snowy veil1 ,spread their fragrance on the breeze4 ,and ,i asked them why they came2 ,and each blossom smiled to tell me ,that to speak of ,his dear name ,they had raised their fairest banners1 ,banners that the children seek1 ,with a shout of baby gladness ,lighting heart and eye and cheek4 ,,the ,,diver',s ,,cradle ,,song ,come1 little diver now under the sea1 ,bring up a crown of bright jewels to me4 ,bring me the coral1 the sea-weed1 the shell2 ,bring the anemones there in the dell1 ,while baby's awake4 ,come1 little diver now under the sea1 ,gather the mosses and bring them to me4 ,find a sea-butterfly in the blue wave2 ,get me the pearls that are hid in the cave1 ,while baby's awake4 ,come1 little diver deep under the sea2 ,find a bright star-fish and fetch it to me4 ,i want a gurnet and sea-urchin1 too2 ,come1 little diver1 we're waiting for you1 ,while baby's awake4 ,waiting for you1 and how long shall we wait8 ,golden stars gleam on the billowy gate4 ,why do you stay in the coral to sleep8 ,gather the jewels and rise from the deep1 ,while baby's awake4 ,ah1 little diver1 you've tarried so long6 ,baby's soft eyelids droop low in the song3 ,see how the bright fingers rest on her cheek2 ,whatever you bring1 little diver1 don't speak1 ,lest baby awake4 ,,the ,,rising ,,generation ,see ten thousand cradles swaying ,with their burdens to and fro2 ,in the vales and on the mountains1 ,tropics warm and fields of snow2 ,every land and tribe and people ,hears the little new-born voice2 ,sees the rising generation ,in its early thoughts rejoice4 ,shivering ,greenland has these treasures1 ,wrapt in furs with tender care4 ,sunny ,india fans her birdlings ,in the warm and balmy air1 ,and the spicy isles shed sweetness ',round the little cherished bed3 ,from pole to pole the mother's bosom ,pillows soft her darling's head4 ,little velvet hands are playing2 ,little dimpled fingers move2 ,little restless feet are nestling2 ,little ruby lips of love ,all throughout the world are smiling3 ,precious baby hearts are light2 ,wondering at surrounding objects1 ,thinking all the world is bright4 ,then the countless groups of children ,sporting as they glide along ,the stream of life1 while bird and rillet ,interweave their cheerful song ,with sweetest notes2 and childhood's hours ,seem like a morning of delight ,where gardens bloom with fairest flowers1 ,glittering with the dews of night4 ,oh6 the rising generation ,soon will rule throughout the world1 ,and the thoughts we daily teach them ,soon like banners be unfurled2 ,soon our words and tones be copied1 ,and like seeds spring up again1 ,swaying future generations1 ,molding hearts and voices then3 ,and again be scattered broadcast1 ,and again in harvest rise4 ,teach us1 ,lord1 ,thy perfect wisdom3 ,make our hearts and lips and eyes ,to speak forth tenderness and love4 ,make the very tone of voice ,the index to the will subdued1 ,telling1 8,we in ,christ rejoice40 ,give us faith and peace unshaken2 ,in each parent's heart implant ,the fear of ,god1 to guard and quicken1 ,till each thought with ,god is blent2 ,till ,his glorious presence fills ,with sweet peace no words can tell1 ,and we can every cross endure1 ,seeing ,him invisible4 ,like ,moses then the parent's face ,shall tell what patience ,jesus gives2 ,and little wond'ring hearts will trace ,the path to where ,immanuel lives4 ,and little children yearn to know ,the sweetness of the ,saviour's love4 ,then1 then the world will turn to ,god4 ,then children pray with earnest soul2 ,the clouds of unbelief will flee1 ,and light shall spread from pole to pole1 ,as millions bear the ,gospel on ,and scatter ,day-beams through the earth1 ,till all the nations shall arise ,rejoicing in immortal birth4 ,that glorious day my soul shall see2 ,perchance on earth1 or looking forth ,from ,heaven's heights of amethyst ,rejoicing o'er the ransomed earth4 ,rise1 ,christian1 rise4 ,wake1 parent1 wake4 ,the ,rising ,generation calls2 ,go onward and proclaim the road4 ,,why ,,the ,,babies ,,went ,,home ,the other side the ,pearly ,gates ,have a myriad babies gone ,because their robes were all too thin ,for the chilly eve and dawn4 ,or the little shoes were cold and damp ,from the wet grass of the lawn4 ,the other side the ,pearly ,gates ,have a myriad babies fled ,because in the tender baby-days ,they were given flesh and bread1 ,though ,god made milk1 the delicious milk ,for the babies to be fed4 ,the other side the ,pearly ,gates ,a myriad babies went1 ,because no sweet love greeted them ,in the hours when they were sent2 ,and the way was all too hard and cold ,for the little ones ,god lent4 ,the other side the ,pearly ,gates ,god made the loveliest place ,for the wee ones come back to ,him2 ,and they always 8see ,his face40 ,the sweetest joys of heaven are theirs1 ,in the ,home of endless grace4 ,,blessings ,,of ,,god ,god made the milk to be ,creamy and sweet1 ,for all of ,his children ,to drink and to eat4 ,to make all ,his frail ones ,grow happy and strong1 ,give them the precious milk ,sweet as a song4 ,god made the golden corn1 ,god made the wheat1 ,for bread and for puddings2 ,rich plenty to eat4 ,the rice and the barley1 ,the rye and the oats2 ,o let us thank ,him ,in happier notes6 ,god made the fruits to grow ,luscious and sweet1 ,for all ,his dear children ,to drink and to eat4 ,never ferment them2 ,for then from the rot ,springs forth the poison6 ,taste of it not6 ,fresh from the fruit bottles ,seal it away2 ,sink it in waters cold2 ,hide it in clay4 ,there 'twill keep fresh and sweet1 ,harmless as new4 ,harmless as ripened grapes ,sparkling with dew4 ,,kindness ,,to ,,all ,a record is kept of all things upon earth4 ,and even the kitty that sleeps on the hearth ,has its own rights to our kindness and care1 ,as long as it lives4 ,and no one should dare ,to think all he owes is a kick and a 8,scat60 ,to poor little pussy because she's a cat4 ,and if she must die1 let it be by the way ,that gives the least pain1 is what ,mercy would say4 ,be kind to all creatures2 our heart tells us why4 ,and he who cares not for the sufferer's cry ,shall himself call in vain when the terror is nigh2 ,he who cares not for pain of man1 beast or bird ,shall yet cry 8himself and never be heard40 ,,chorus ,,of ,,the ,,flowers ,there came a chorus from the vales and hills2 ,from plains and mountains1 and the rippling rills4 ,where'er a flower was growing1 came a song1 ,so sweet it woke to praise a countless throng2 ,and these blest words ,i caught within my heart ,to keep until from earthly walks ,i part4 8,we flowers1 all1 have come to earth to tell ,what every blessed angel knows so well3 ,that ,god is ,love2 and seek that love to show ,where'er a human foot can ever go4 ,he sent us forth in beauties numberless1 ,for every heart to welcome and caress1 ,and learn a little of that love divine ,that seeks through leaf and flower and star1 to shine40 ,,the ,,cornstalk ,,chair ,in the years long gone1 whence the shadows smile ,like the morning beams on the song-swept isle1 ,half hid by the cloud and the rainbow's wing ,are the early scenes that my dreamings bring4 ,there's a little child at her quiet play1 ,rocking her doll in a motherly way2 ,singing a song as the hours creep by1 ,and the blue-bells bloom as the sun mounts high4 ,there's a violet wreath in her auburn hair1 ,and her rag doll sits in a cornstalk chair ,that her grandmother made1 with the skill of old ,from the tender stems like the polished gold4 ,the little one then1 as she planned and played ,and a tiny loaf in a teaspoon made1 ,knew not what a world of grief is this1 ,for her woes were healed with the mother's kiss4 ,and she never thought as she went to rub ,all her dolly's clothes in a basin-tub1 ,and then hung them out on a tiny cord1 ,as white as the ruff of an ancient lord1 ,she should yet count the seasons one by one1 ,till the dear old folks were gone1 all gone2 ,caught up to the ,land of the ,blessed ,fold1 ,and she more than half a century old6 ,but ,o1 what a change 'tween then and now6 ,memories stamped upon spirit and brow2 ,the violets gone and the silver thread ,is the chaplet now for the once bright head2 ,and the cornstalk chair1 like the polished gold1 ,is vanished away with the dreams of old4 ,but the heart keeps all1 and is never cold4 ,while the voices heard in the anthems then1 ,in the quiet hours come oft again4 ,,little ,,old ,,baby ,,clothes ,from out a bundle in the old red chest ,i found some baby-clothes that called the tears4 ,they brought so many precious memories forth1 ,sweet1 precious memories of by-gone years4 ,a little shirt so tiny that the sleeves ,would always seem to1 laughing1 whisper low1 8,we were the first you made3 we did not grow ,in length nor breadth2 and when the baby grew ,we were laid by to serve a baby new40 ,that little shirt6 ,the tiny hem-stitched front ,covered the little heart whose fluttering beat ,was like a captive bird2 nor did ,i know ,the years would come1 years sorrowful and sweet1 ,when ,i1 in pain1 my weary head would rest ,against that heart1 and on those arms so blest4 ,o little sleeves6 the arms you circled then1 ,i kissed and dressed2 they dress me now4 ,again ,the old-time tenderness comes o'er me with a thrill ,she is the stronger2 yet my darling still4 ,o little shirt1 too worn to give away2 ,too dear to waste2 still with my keepsakes stay1 ,with the wee stockings and the short pink dress1 ,hid in the bundle1 still my heart to bless1 ,by bringing back the rainbow baby days ,when ,god first taught me mother-thought and praise4 ,these little clothes bring back the time to me ,when1 full of wonder and of hope1 ,i thought ,the coming treasure1 that pure gift of ,god ,for which1 in prayer1 my earnest heart had sought1 ,would cheer me with a joy that only shines ,in mother-hearts1 where ,love's most costly mines ,are thrown wide open to be gathered free ,for baby lips and baby eyes to see4 ,yes1 ,i remember all1 dear little clothes1 ,you've roused a thousand memories from repose2 ,and like the sweetest music of the past1 ,you breathe a song that must forever last4 ,a song re-echoed ever here below2 ,a song to follow me when ,i shall go ,to that glad ,home where parting is no more1 ,and greet my children on the fadeless shore4 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,roses ,over the rustic window sill1 ,peering down on the little crib2 ,over the snowy pillow-frill1 ,over the snowy little bib4 ,scattering rose leaves fresh and sweet2 ,pure as the baby's lips and feet4 ,baby1 dream a beautiful dream1 ,watched by the summer roses bright1 ,that wake to see the starry gleam ,from the wonderful crown of night1 ,and wait to peer on the baby's crib1 ,and strew soft leaves on baby's bib4 ,we wear the styles the roses wore ,in the summers beyond the ,flood1 ,and dyes the same we had before1 ,and our patterns came down from ,god4 ,we are the same glad roses still1 ,smiling over the window sill4 ,we ne'er forget the ways we learned ,there in the sinless ,eden ,home2 ,whether we're loved1 or torn and spurned1 ,we smile as ,eve's own garden bloom4 ,scattering rose-leaves fresh and sweet1 ,soft as baby's lips and feet4 ,for the ,beautiful ,one said 8,stay2 ,tell the children of ,god's own love4 ,breathing forth fragrance all the way2 ,giving the smiles sent from above40 ,so we watch for the little crib2 ,strewing leaves on the baby's bib4 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,sun ,the first baby ever to earth was born1 ,i kissed with my beams on its natal morn4 ,i made the dews sparkle1 the tender buds bloom1 ,the air of the morning with sweets to perfume4 ,i love all the babies my sunbeams to see2 ,i love them and all of the babies love me4 ,the babies they hide from me always grow pale4 ,none can be rosy and happy and hale ,but those that ,i nourish with warmth and with light2 ,e'en in the darkness ,i never leave quite2 ,i shine 'round the corners from planet and moon1 ,to whisper 8,take courage1 ,i'll be with you soon40 ,then1 touching the morning cloud1 touching the hills1 ,i send out the twilight that wakens the rills4 ,and more and more pouring my sunbeams afar1 ,till dew-drops are diamonds1 and hid is each star2 ,i wake all the babies my glories to see4 ,i love them and all of the babies love me6 ,,earth',s ,,requiem ,,for ,,the ,,little ,,ones ,never a baby soul fluttered away ,but ,i must tenderly treasure the clay1 ,holding it close to my motherly breast1 ,hiding it under my mantle to rest2 ,to rest till the ,father who builded the skies ,shall waken the dust1 and bid it arise4 ,every sweet babe1 in my bosom ,i hold1 ,is a bright angel to never grow old4 ,wee1 waxen hands so quietly folded2 ,little1 still feet--divinely they're molded6 ,eyes that once sparkled and yet to awake ,when ,resurrection's bright morning shall break4 ,,darling ,,baby ,do you see the darling baby ,laughing in her crib8 ,she has learned to get the bonnet ,and untie her bib4 ,she pulls off her little stockings ,playing with her toes4 ,and her feet are soft as velvet1 ,pinky as the rose4 ,well1 baby may be a mother ,in a little while2 ,so take care what things you teach her ,by your word and smile4 ,for she'll be just what you make her1 ,selfish1 proud and cold3 ,or she may be like the angels1 ,sweet and pure as gold4 ,,the ,,ancient ,,of ,,days ',tis a wonderful ,chorister made us to sing1 ,and taught every warbler its lays2 ,and ,his rapturous voice leads the angels in song2 ,and ,his name is the ,ancient of ,days6 ',tis a wonderful ,architect builded the earth2 ,we read ,his great heart in ,his ways2 ,in the sweet and the beautiful mirrored ,he lives2 ,and ,his name is the ,ancient of ,days6 ',tis a wondrous ,philosopher balanced the clouds1 ,and weaves the bright sunshine with haze2 ,and waters the earth with the dew and the rains2 ,and ,his name is the ,ancient of ,days6 ,his arm never wearies2 ,his heart never faints1 ,for strength to guide worlds on their ways2 ,and all the bright comets that rush through the sky1 ,heed the voice of the ,ancient of ,days6 ,his heart is the gladdest of all the glad hearts ,that join in the anthem of praise2 ,yet none grieves like ,him o'er the loss of the soul1 ,because ,he's the ,ancient of ,days4 ,his voice is the sweetest in all the glad song ,in rapture all ,heaven to amaze3 ,in all the vast universe naught can compare2 ,with the voice of the ,ancient of ,days6 ,and with ,him in loveliness none can compare2 ,his beauty is great as ,his ways4 ,and those who behold ,him are changed by ,his smile1 ,because ,he is ,ancient of ,days6 ,his age shows no weakness2 ,his beauty and truth ,shine ever 'mid cycles of praise4 ,forever ,he keepeth 8the dew of ,his youth10 ,because ,he is ,ancient of ,days6 ,i long for ,his teaching2 ,i long to behold1 ,and sing with the angels ,his praise4 ,and soon ,i shall see ,him1 see ,him as ,he is1 ,our ,saviour1 the ,ancient of ,days4 ,,little ,,shoes ,trudge1 trudge1 trudge1 two little bright shoes2 ,two tiny feet move you along2 ,soft1 dimpled fingers play with you oft2 ,two rosy lips are learning a song4 ,trudge1 trudge1 trudge1 two little bright shoes2 ,two sparkling eyes laugh as you skip4 ,don't run too fast when papa comes home1 ,the big tears fall whenever you slip4 ,trudge1 trudge1 trudge6 ,o come1 little shoes1 ,baby must rest1 and not walk all day4 ,baby must sleep1 and two little feet ,in the warm coverlet hide them away4 ,trudge1 trudge1 trudge1 two little bright shoes1 ,worn at the heel1 and worn at the toe1 ,holding the impress of innocence sweet1 ,and more precious the older they grow4 ,trudge1 trudge1 trudge6 if all of our feet ,went half as far in ,god's beautiful way1 ,there would be sunshine over the earth1 ,and the dark places would shine as the day4 ,,there',s ,,an ,,angel ,,here ,don't be cross if the dishes break3 ,don't be cross if the baby wake3 ,there is a pen and a record near2 ,o speak kind1--there's an angel here6 ,don't be harsh if your will be crossed2 ,life's great sea may be tempest-tossed2 ,call on ,christ1 for the billows kneel1 ,if ,his hand shall but touch the wheel4 ,don't be cross if the tide rolls high2 ,god still rules in the stormy sky4 ,still be kind though the way is dark2 ,god saves some in a helpless ,ark4 ,don't be cross1 for a mighty host ,now looks on2 not a word is lost4 ,what is earth1 and its riches what8 ,soon all past1 and its gold forgot4 ,don't be cross1 for the iron pen ,still writes on2 for the great ,amen ,summons each to the shining throne1 ,there to meet every word his own4 ,keep us1 ,lord1 from the hasty word ,that wounds all hearts like the cruel sword6 ,and with the blood that for us was shed1 ,blot cross words from the records read4 8,,waking ,,up ,,the ,,stars0 ,morn has lighted up the azure1 ,yet our precious baby-treasure ,has not wakened from her slumbers1 ,and she dreams the starry numbers ,all have closed their twinkling eyes1 ,as she sails the soft blue skies2 ,sails on clouds as white as snow1 ,far above the world below4 ,silken ringlets1 golden-brown1 ,from her temples rippling down1 ,rest aglow upon the pillow1 ,while she floats dream's joyous billow4 ,now the lashes on her cheek ,tremble1 as she wakes to speak2 ,from the pillow she is springing1 ,and the baby-accents ringing1 ,like the song-bird's from its bars1 8,i was waking up the stars60 ,baby dear1 so sweetly dreaming1 ,all the world so guileless seeming2 ,we're the stars that need awaking2 ',tis our slumber that needs breaking4 ,life's short day is almost done2 ,wake us for the setting sun4 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,stars ,come little earth-star1 where the babies sleep2 ,fly up the blue path1 and time with us keep4 ,o spread your cloud-wings1 bright1 tiny star1 ,come towards the ,pleiades shining afar6 ,come1 little earth-star1 where the babies dream1 ,rocked in the cradles soft1 'neath starry gleam4 ,swung in the hammocks bright1 'neath summer trees1 ,where the breath of roses floats on the breeze4 ,come1 little earth-star1 where the babies laugh1 ,drinking the sweet milk ,god hath made to quaff4 ,bathed in the sunshine ever fresh and new1 ,tell them we are watching up in the blue4 ,tell them we're shining still 'mid the light2 ,glitt'ring and twinkling all through the night4 ,gleaming at morn 'tween rose-clouds aglow2 ,peering through the dark storm laden with snow4 ,wee1 precious earth-world1 though so very small1 ,all the big stars know thee2 thou art watched by all4 ,no star so favored as thyself hath been1 ,where the ,king of ,glory died to save from sin4 ,brightest of sunbeam kiss thy ripening food4 ,countless pure angels guard thy baby brood4 ,when we sing ,love's anthem1 shouting it afar1 ,there's a tender chorus sung for thee1 ,o star6 ,mighty is the arm that guideth on the way6 ,planets keep their orbits while the comets play4 ,and you never jostle with your baby-brood1 ,while they learn the praises of the ,loving ,god4 ,twinkle1 twinkle1 twinkle1 little earth-world1 ,flying towards the ,pleiades bright unfurled2 ,while we sing ,love's anthem1 shouting it afar2 ,and a tender chorus swells for thee1 ,o star6 ,,roses ,sweet roses6 and they bloomed as pure ,as shining cloud and shining dew1 ,and when ,i asked why such sweet buds ,from out the cold1 damp hillsides grew2 ,the roses nodded in the wind1 ,and every velvet lip replied1 8,we came to tell the love of ,god1 ,and tell the sweet1 old story wide4 ,and that we might the longer stay ,to light the path and cheer the way1 ,where'er the little children stray1 ,our stems are wisely wrapped in thorn1 ,that weary night and golden morn1 ,from baby lips to wake a smile ',mid baby thoughts all pure from guile40 ,,mother ,,earth',s ,,lullaby ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on my glad breast4 ,all the babies ,i have carried ,ever since sweet ,eve was married1 ,and ,i love them all so well1 ,that ,i never yet could tell ,which ,i think the dearest one1 ,whether daughter1 whether son1 ,all are precious from their birth ,to the fond old mother ,earth4 ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on my glad breast4 ,o1 the pansies1 pinks and roses1 ,buttercups and fair1 wild posies1 ,on the lawns and in the wild1 ,i am growing for each child2 ,making streamlets dance with glee ,for the baby eyes to see4 ,guarding nests of birdies near ,that bring songs to baby's ear4 ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on my glad breast4 ,bread from golden field is coming2 ,honey flows where bees are humming4 ,these in richness soon will come2 ,apple1 berry1 grape and plum4 ,but may mother not forget ,milk is baby's glory yet2 ,and for years it still must be1 ,if you would a jewel see4 ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on my glad breast4 ,how ,i watch your priceless slumbers4 ,holding careful1 countless numbers2 ,constant turning round and round1 ,that the sleeping sleep more sound ,in the shade2 and those that wake ,see the rosy morning break4 ,list'ning to hosannas sweet1 ,that all babyhood will greet4 ,rest1 baby1 rest1 ,on my glad breast4 ,whether in the wilds near ,eden1 ,or in ,father ,noah's garden1 ,kings and peasants1 rich and poor1 ,born to ignorance or lore1 ,i have done the best ,i could ,with the flocks of babyhood4 ,every baby is a gem2 ,my old heart goes out to them6 ,,lullaby ,,of ,,the ,,rain-,,drops ',tis the patter of the rain-drops1 ,baby dear1 ,falling lightly on the home-roof1 ,that we hear4 ,patter1 patter1 low and sweet1 ,like the touch of velvet feet ,coming near4 ',tis the patter of the rain-drops ,on the grass1 ,makes it grow so green and shining ,as they pass4 ,and each leaf upon the trees ,waves1 like jewels in the breeze1 ,liquid glass4 ',tis the patter of the rain-drops ,on the brook1 ,makes it dimple1 dimple1 dimple1 ,as we look3 ,saying as they run away1 8,we write records every day ,in ,love's ,book40 ',tis the cradle song of summer ,that we hear1 ,in the patter of the rain-drops1 ,coming near4 ,though the dark skies seem to frown ,every drop brings blessings down1 ,baby dear4 ,,kissing ,,the ,,sunbeam ,a babe not old enough to speak or walk was creeping on the floor4 ,by and by a bright ray of sunshine fell upon the carpet4 ,baby saw it and crept towards the dazzling spot4 ,she looked at it1 with the greatest interest in her sweet face2 and then1 putting down her little lips1 she kissed it4 ,o sweet little babe1 in thy innocent glee1 ,kissing the sunbeam so golden and bright2 ,god sent it1 a messenger lovely1 to thee1 ,from the blue fields of heaven1 all fledged with the light4 ,then kiss the bright beaming1 thou dear little one2 ,and mayest thou ever be grateful to ,him ,who gave to redeem us ,his glorious ,son ,and filleth our cup of sweet joy to the brim4 ,o kiss the bright sunbeam that gladdens thy home1 ,though 'tween the dark storm clouds that sunbeam may come2 ,it cometh so golden1 so beautiful ever2 ,then welcome the sunbeam1 and praise the kind ,giver4 ,the ,lord1 in ,his love to the children of earth1 ,showers ,his mercies and joys 'round the hearth2 ,crowns the year with ,his goodness and bounty of love1 ',till the earth teems with blessings all fresh from above4 ,god scatters them freely and kindly on all3 ,every moment they come1 and how thickly they fall2 ,but blessings1 like sunbeams in showers of gold1 ,are drunk without praises by hearts dark and cold4 ,he sends them to tell us how kind is ,his care4 ,he sends them to tell us how thankless we are4 ,he sends them to beautify ,life's troubled stream2 ,o praise ye the ,giver ,who sendeth the beam4 ,,jewel ,,of ,,the ,,cradle ,how fondly the heart of the mother is stirred1 ,as she bends o'er the cradle where ,innocence sleeps1 ,and the sweetest of names and the tenderest word ,for her little birdling she carefully keeps4 ,how precious its smiles and its cooing to her2 ,and the light of its eye gives her joy anew1 ,and e'en while she sleeps1 her fond heart waketh still1 ,like a list'ning star in ,night's curtain of blue4 ,her fond1 circling arms press it still to her breast1 ,where lulled by her heart-throb it slumbers again4 ,if aught should awake it1 the mother will start ,from dreaming and patiently comfort it then4 ,how wilt thou reward her1 ,o sweet little babe8 ,how give back the years of her labor and care8 ,how pay for the tears of sweet sympathy shed2 ,the heart's deepest yearning2 the river of prayer8 ,o sweet little babe1 learn of ,jesus to love2 ,sing ,zion's sweet songs with thy silvery voice2 ,o then shall the heart of thy mother be glad1 ,and o'er thy existence forever rejoice4 ,,baby ,,sweet ,baby sweet is a wonderful one1 ,from the bright country beyond the sun2 ,whether a boy or whether a girl1 ,each smile is pure2 each tooth is a pearl2 ,whether we wake at midnight or morn1 ,still we are glad the sweet baby is born4 ,baby sweet is a wonderful one1 ,with eyes that shine like dew in the sun2 ,with velvet hands of the lily white2 ,with cheeks and lips of the roses bright4 ,whether a boy or whether a girl1 ,a voter to be2 the flag to unfurl4 ,baby sweet is a wonderful one4 ,teach the small feet to lovingly run2 ,teach the small hands to loving caress2 ,teach the pure lips to pray and to bless4 ,whether a boy or whether a girl2 ,whether its locks are to braid or to curl2 ,hide from it vanity1 cruelty hide2 ,feed it with purity1 never with pride4 ,,angel ,,of ,,the ,,cradle ,there's an angel in the cradle4 ',tis a little stainless one1 ,in the morning of existence4 ,here we see the rising sun ,of intelligence unfolding1 ,and its dewy thought unspring1 ,all so primitive and hopeful1 ,as the mind unfurls its wing4 ,deathless wing6 ,o little stranger1 ,new-born messenger of love4 ,jesus shield thy soul from danger1 ,jesus lead thee safe above4 ,suffer not1 ,o blest ,redeemer6 ,suffer not this child to stray ,from the fountain of salvation ,and the happy1 heavenly way4 ,suffer not1 ,o ,god1 my ,saviour6 ,this dear child's young heart to fill ,with the follies of the worldly4 ,may she yield to ,thee her will4 ,may she seek ,thee1 living ,saviour2 ,teach her in ,thy blood to trust1 ,and for faith in ,thy redemption1 ,thou mayest call her with the just4 ,o ,god6 my heart1 too full for utterance1 ,claims ,thy promise4 ,leave her not4 ,may ,thy ,spirit warn and shield her3 ,be her joy1 whate'er her lot4 ,o ,thou for sinners crucified6 ,hear for this babe the mother's prayer4 ,o teach her all the way of life2 ,may ,lily be an angel there1 ,where comes no cloud of sin and fear ,and never falls the parting tear4 ,,let ,,angels ,,name ,,it ,mother1 how thy little darling ,softly twines its tiny arms ',round thy neck1 like infant tendrils1 ,bright with more than earthly charms4 ,what callest thou the baby cherub8 ,o can mortals find a name1 ,suited to its guileless spirit1 ,and its fair and fragile frame8 ,the rose is on its snowy cheek1 ,fresh as when embalmed with dew1 ,and ,o1 its eyes are like the stars1 ',tween the soft clouds glancing through6 ,the ruby lip that mutely smiles1 ,the waving of the curls of gold1 ,the changing glances of the eye1 ,all shadow forth bright thoughts untold4 ,i know that in its sinless breast1 ,embowered in the little heart1 ,thoughts primitive steal softly on1 ,and ,love's own happy flowers start4 ,god's ,spirit oft may light its mind ,with thoughts of gladness from above2 ,too fair for earth1 thy darling seems2 ,let angels name the little ,love4 ,o6 let it never see a frown1 ,nor hear a cold or cruel word2 ,its eye will imitate thy glance2 ,its tongue repeat whate'er is heard4 ,o guard1 with prayer1 this angel germ2 ,this bud upon ,life's ocean tossed1 ,lest thou shouldst ever see thy child ,numbered among the loved and lost4 ,o guard1 with prayer1 this deathless bud6 ,that lust may never blight its bloom2 ,and thou shalt see this cherished one ,in realms of peace beyond the tomb4 ,teach it to fold those little hands1 ,and bend the knee to ,christ in prayer3 ,and all the wishes of the heart ,to tell the ,lord who listens there4 ,teach it to plead the promises1 ,bequeathed in the sweet ,book divine1 ,if thou wouldst have this child of earth ,among the stars of ,heaven to shine4 ,,the ,,two ,,cradles ,,the ,,baby ,,princess ,the cradle1 carved like an open shell ,of ebony1 polished bright1 ,was all inlaid with silver rare ,that shone in the mellow light1-- ,which streamed through the tiny curtains1 wove ,of silver gauze and velvet flowers1 ,and lightly touched the infant's cheek1 ,as it lay in satin wrappings1 weak1 ,and slept through the quiet hours2 ,and the princess dreamed in her costly bed1 ,with a lady grand at her feet and head2 ,and never knew nor cared what grace ,had fashioned frills of her dainty lace2 ,for she dreamed no sweeter while she slept1 ,nor suffered less when in pain she wept2 ,though the lullaby in the chorus said3 8,there's a sparkling crown for the royal head40 ,,the ,,little ,,rustic ,in its cradle-hammock1 cool and light1 ,a baby swayed in the summer air2 ,and through the leaves of the spreading trees1 ,it looked on the pure1 blue heavens there2 ,and smiled as the warblers sang a song1 ,and cooed as the sweet breeze swept along1 ,till its eyelids drooped and the lashes lay ,on the velvet cheek2 while the mother there ,guards still the babe of her tender care3 ,and the winds blow soft as they come that way ,to touch the curls1 and then whispering say1 8,peace to the child in its hammock bed1 ,and crowns of health for the bright young head40 ,,my ,,darling ,,unborn ,o dear little one that my eyes never saw1 ,yet sprang to existence so near to my heart4 ,thou gatherest strength from each breath that ,i draw2 ,thus1 of all ,i have precious1 ,i give thee a part4 ,thus ,i nourished thee1 darling1 by day and by night1 ,and in the strange burden ,i take a delight2 ,hoping in future that thou1 in thy love1 ,wilt strengthen the feeble and guide them above4 ,while my heart sends to thee its own bright1 crimson tide1 ,freighted with sustenance1 ruby and warm1 ,i bear all thy sorrows1 nor seek to divide1 ,with my own hidden darling1 the chill of the storm4 ,thus ,i shield thee1 my loved one1 by night and by day2 ,for thee do ,i suffer and for thee do ,i pray4 ,my heart hovers o'er the calm place of thy rest2 ,i'm waiting to pillow thy head on my breast4 ,o6 may ,god keep thee from guile and from sin2 ,may this voice of warning fall sweet on thine ear4 ,may ,he give thee a heart to love cleanness within ,and all ,his commandments so priceless to hear4 ,thus may ,christ keep thee1 my darling1 my child2 ,making thee humble and patient and mild2 ,tuning thy harp for the realms of the blest3 ,o there meet me1 darling1 in ,heaven to rest6 ,i give thee to ,jesus1 my dear little one4 ,to the kind ,shepherd's care ,i commit thee in love4 ,may ,he clothe thee in truth that outshineth the sun1 ,and lead thee by faith to the ,mansions ,above4 ,thus ,i hope for ,his blessing by day and by night1 ,to let thee proclaim the great ,gospel of ,light1 ,and strengthen thy heart to praise ,christ and adore1 ,when thy mother shall rest on the ,heavenly ,shore4 ,,our ,,first-,,born ,this little angel at my side1 ,just four days old1 our ,god hath given1 ,the little spirit newly fledged1 ,just from our ,father's hand in ,heaven4 ,like a bright sunbeam thou art come1 ,to cheer and bless our earthly home4 ,no word ever fell from the dear little lips1 ,so sweet and so ruby2 so guileless and mute4 ,god teach thee the language of love1 my sweet babe3 ,may glad songs of ,jesus pour forth from thy lute4 ,when fresh buds of thought are early unfolding1 ,god give to thy heart the true1 heavenly molding1 ,and placing ,christ's image all glorious there1 ,to shield in temptation and lead thee to prayer2 ,in purity guide thee1 sustained by ,his might2 ,and crown thee at last in the ,city of ,light1 ,where never to sin and to suffer and die1 ,we'll sing 8,hallelujah0 in ,bowers on ,high4 ,,the ,,mother',s ,,thoughts ,,on ,,the ,,death ,,of ,,her ,,first-,,born ,where is darling baby gone8 ,where is my sweet1 cherished boy1 ,with his soft hands at the dawn ,waking me in childish joy8 ,where are those blue1 sparkling eyes1 ,that were like stars of hope to me8 ,the angels took him to the skies1 ,to dwell1 ,o ,god6 to dwell with ,thee4 ,he left his foot-prints in my home1 ,his voice is in my heart2 ,he left a kiss upon my lips1 ,that never can depart4 ,and there in ,heaven where angels dwell1 ,where parting tears are never known1 ,there lives the sweet and cherished one1 ,which here on earth ,i called my own4 ,dear ,saviour1 let me1 on ,thy breast1 ,in faithfulness and praise recline4 ,o let me never faint and fall1 ,nor ever mourn while ,thou art mine6 ,thy spirit1 ,lord1 is with me yet1 ,to wipe all tear-drops from my eyes1 ,and when the sun of life is set1 ,the loved shall meet me in the skies4 ,and now adown the path of life ,i go to cheer the faint and worn1 ,and scatter words and acts of love1 ,for those of hope and comfort shorn4 ,in ,thy bright foot-prints1 ,o my ,lord6 ,help me to lead some straying one4 ,be ,thou my strength and hope and shield2 ,be ,thou to me the rising sun4 ,rivers of pleasure1 full and free1 ,shall then flow from ,thy throne above1 ,and all my gloom forgotten be1 ,hid in the ocean of ,thy love4 ,,angel-,,twin ,they took the new-born baby-twin1 ,and sought to give it breath2 ,yet all in vain1 the quiv'ring heart ,soon silent lay in death4 ,it never knew an earthly care4 ,it never wept a tear4 ,who would recall the innocent8 ,o who could wish it here6 ,deep ,slumber hushed it on her breast2 ,it sleeps beneath the sod4 ,we would not wake that guileless one1 ,that fair and folded bud4 ,the mother clasps the living twin ,with a young mother's love2 ,yet even she would not recall ,that sister babe above4 ,dear ,saviour1 guard this little one1 ,which ,thou hast kindly given2 ,that she may meet the sister-saint2 ,twin-angels1 joined in ,heaven4 ,,our ,,children 8,our children40 ,oft we hear these words1 ,yet none but parents know ,how deep they thrill the parent's heart4 ,the oceans ebb and flow2 ,you stand upon the shores and see ,the shining billows roll2 ',twould be another thing to have ,the oceans in your soul2 ,to hear their music fill your heart1 ,telling of hidden goal2 ,to feel the rush of every wave1 ,and have the vast control4 ,you watch the stars1 the fadeless stars ,that glitter on their way2 ,yet if you had them all in charge1 ,to keep them night and day1 ,o then your glorious retinue1 ,your starry host so bright1 ,would be outweighed by one of these3 ,our children of delight1 ,nor the care these loved ones want1 ,to guide their thoughts aright1 ,that they may find the shining shore1 ,beyond our mortal sight4 8,our children40 ,o these priceless words ,wake all life's hidden springs2 ,strike all the chords of hope and joy3 ,new thoughts spread trembling wings2 ,fears whisper1 and emotions weep1 ,while ,hope lights up the tears ,that oft baptize1 like dewy spray1 ,our darlings4 ,may their years ,be filled with ,wisdom's holy light1 ,and sweet with holy cheer2 ,and may their brows be crowned with love1 ,pure as the angels wear4 ,our precious children6 ,how we toil ,to gather joys for them2 ,to shield them from the wintry blast3 ,what chilling tides we stem1 ,and when at last we sink in death1 ,god shield each darling one1 ,and keep them all in ,virtue's path2 ,the ,tempter's smile to shun2 ,redeemed from sin1 made pure and wise1 ,for that glad home above the skies4 99 99 99 99 99 ,transcriber's ,notes3 ,seemingly inconsistent indentation was retained as printed4