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LULLABY * My heart is full of lazy pain And an old English lullaby Comes out of that mist of my brain. 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! I would give all my singing trade To be the distant English child For whom this happy song was made. 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 lullably, mine only joy! There must have been true happiness Near where this song was sung to small White hands clutching a mother's dress. 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! O what a sorrow comes to me Knowing the bitterness I have While that child had this lullaby! Yet as I am, and as I may, I must and will be thine, Though all too little for thy self Vouchsafing to be mine, Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy! My heart aches to be able to weep. O to think of this song being sung And the child smiling in its sleep! 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! I was a child too, but would now Be the child, and no other hearing This song low-breathed upon its brow. 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! O that I could return to that Happy time that was never mine And which I live but to regret! 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! Ay, sing on in my soul, old voice, So motherfully laying to sleep The babe that quietly doth rejoice. Yet as I am, and as I may, I must and will be thine, Though all too little for thy self Vouchsafing to be mine. Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy! Sing on and let my heart not weep Because sometime a child could have This song to lull him into sleep! Yet as I am, and as I may, I must and will be thine, Though all too little for thy self Vouchsafing to be mine. Sing lullaby, my little boy, Sing lullaby, mine only joy! Somehow somewhere I heard this song, I was part of the happiness That lived its idle lines along. Yet as I am, and as I may, I must and will be thine, Though all too little for thy self Vouchsafing to be mine. Sing lullaby, my little boy Sing lullaby, mine only joy! Ay, somehow, somewhere I was that Child, and my heart lay happy asleep. Now – oh my sad and unknown fate! * The «Lullaby» quoted is the 134th. poem in Palgrave's Golden Treasury. It was taken by him from Martin Peerson's Private Music, a Song-Book of 1620. The «Lullaby» is here given twice over, and the last stanza twice again.
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