Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

Cradle Song

For One Born at Christmas

Happy thou, a winter comer,
  Happier with the snows around thee
Than if rosy-fingered summer
  In thy cradle-nest had crowned thee.

Tender is the night, and holy:
  Little clouds, like cherub faces,
Up the moon path, drifting slowly,
  Vanish in the heavenly spaces.

Clothed in splendor, past our earth night,
  Sphere on sphere is chanting _Nowel_:
Child, thy birthnight keeps a Birthnight
  Dearest in all Time's bestowal!

He who slept within a manger
  Guards the pillow thou art pressing--
Sent thee hither, little stranger,
  Blest--to be our Christmas Blessing!

1. Her Christmas Present
2. The Day-Dreamer
3. Two Child Angels
4. “I Ought to Mustn't”
5. In the Dark Little Flat at the End of the Court

Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (Каролина Олифант, леди Нэрн) Cradle Song ("Baloo loo, lammie, now baloo my dear")

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