LADY Moon, your horns point toward the east : O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west : The Star TWINKLE, twinkle, little star, How I wonder what you are Up above the world so high, When the blazing sun is gone, Christina G. Rossetti. Then the traveller in the dark If you did not twinkle so. Twinkle, twinkle, little star, In the dark blue sky you keep, How I wonder what you are. The White Paternoster MATTHEW, Mark, Luke and John, Bless the bed that I lie on ! Four corners to my bed, Five angels there lie spread; Two at my head, Two at my feet, One at my heart, my soul to keep. Anon. Old Rhyme. Lullaby to an Infant Chief HUSH thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight, Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee. O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo. O, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red, Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed. O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo. O, hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come, When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum; Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may, For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day. O ho ro, i ri ri, cadul gu lo. Sir Walter Scott. Dutch Lullaby WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. "Where are you going, and what do you wish?" The old man asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in the beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sung a song As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in that beautiful sea. "Now cast your nets wherever you wish, But never afeared are we !" So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam, Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be ; And some folk thought 'twas a dream they'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea : But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle-bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings And you shall see the beautiful things. As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three,— Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Eugene Field. |