Slumber my darling, thy mother is near Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear. Sunlight has past and the twilight has gone, Slumber my darling, the night's coming on. Sweet visions attend thy sleep Fondest, dearest to me, While others their revels keep, I will watch over thee. Slumber my darling, the bards are at rest, The wandering dews by the flowers are caressed, Slumber my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm. Slumber my darling till morn's blushing ray Brings to the world the glad tidings of day: Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight. Thy pillow shall sacred be From all outward alarms; Thou, thou art the world to me In thine innocent charms. Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest, The wandering dews by the flowers are caressed; Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm, And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Slumber my darling" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Slumber my darling", published 1862. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 168