BY ALFRED TENNYSON.

SWEET and low, sweet and low,

Wind of the western seal Low, low, breathe and blow,

Wind of the western sea! 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.

leep and rest, sleep and rest!

Father will come to thee soon. 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!

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