by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864)

Slumber my darling
Language: English 
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.

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Researcher for this text: Laura Prichard [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2015-12-26
Line count: 24
Word count: 168