Сэмюэл Лавер (Samuel Lover)




Текст оригинала на английском языке

The Angel's Whisper


A baby was sleeping,
 It's mother was weeping,
For her husband was far on the wild raging sea;
 And the tempest was swelling
 Round the fisherman's dwelling,
And she cried, "Dermot, darling, oh come back to me!"

Her beads while she numbered,
 The baby still slumbered
And smil'd in her face as she bended her knee;
 "O blest be that warning,
 My child, thy sleep adorning,
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.

"And while they are keeping
 Bright watch o'er thy sleeping,
Oh, pray to them softly, my baby, with me!
 And say thou would'st rather
 They'd watch o'er thy father!—
For I know that the angels are whispering with thee."

The dawn of the morning
 Saw Dermot returning,
And the wife wept with joy her babe's father to see;
 And closely caressing
 Her child, with a blessing,
Said, "I knew that the angels were whispering with thee."





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