"Ah, child, down the vista of 'dear auld lang syne,'
Full soon will the torches of memory shine
For you, tho' life's summer seems scarcely begun,
And your head is yet golden 'neath morn's golden sun.
"For Time flies so fast; listen, dearie, I, too,
Feel that Summer again. A young mother like you,
I am holding _my_ baby all close to my breast,
And with the old lullaby lull her to rest.
"I can feel once again, as I rock to and fro,
The weight of the dear little head. Soft and low
Is the little one's breath on the cheek which I press
'Gainst her sweet baby-lips in a loving caress--
"As I sing o'er and o'er the quaint lullaby song
(That will never grow wearisome tho' life be long),
And watch the sweet drowsiness creeping apace,
Till sleep holds the wee one in tender embrace.
[Illustration:]
"_Soft and low is the little one's breath_
While yet I am crooning so softly and low--
[Illustration: Music G major and words: By, by, O baby, by, by baby]
Unheeding the moments as swiftly they fly, with
By, by, O baby, dear baby by.
"Oh' the deep peace which can never be known,
Can never be felt, save by 'mother' alone!
As clasping, and folding, so close to her heart,
The helpless young life of her own life a part--
"She dreams as she sings, of a future so fair,
Awaiting the child of her love and her care!
And welcomes the visions that day after day
With baby's sweet presence will nestle and stay.
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