Poem by Richard Rowlands

Lullaby

UPON my lap my sovereign sits 
And sucks upon my breast; 
Meantime his love maintains my life 
And gives my sense her rest. 
	Sing lullaby, my little boy,
	Sing lullaby, mine only joy! 
             
When thou hast taken thy repast, 
Repose, my babe, on me; 
So may thy mother and thy nurse 
Thy cradle also be.
	Sing lullaby, my little boy, 
	Sing lullaby, mine only joy! 
             
I grieve that duty doth not work 
All that my wishing would; 
Because I would not be to thee
But in the best I should. 
	Sing lullaby, my little boy, 
	Sing lullaby, mine only joy! 
             
Yet as I am, and as I may, 
I must and will be thine,
Though all too little for thyself 
Vouchsafing to be mine. 
	Sing lullaby, my little boy, 
	Sing lullaby, mine only joy!

Arthur Hardy Lullaby ("O Mary, Mother, if the day we trod")

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