4 Sleeping Babe upon its Mother's Bosom,
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WRITTEN BY NED BUNTIIN. Like lilly on the wafer

 When the winds are half asieep, And the moonbeams dance and quivei Der the bosom of the deep. So, in calm and iistless slumber On its mothers heaving breast, The dear infant in its beauty

 Has been rocked unto its rest. 'fis sweet and holy picture,

 One to touch the hearts of men. That babe ciinging to it's mother, A rosebud to it's stem; While her eye with love is beaming Down upon its eherub face, There 1t lieth, perchance dreaming, On its tender resting place. What, on all the earth. is purer Then youthful mothers love, Is there a0ght more true and lasting Here below, or up above: It is like crystal river

 From living fountain sprung, Hsff it's brightness or its beauty Never-never can be sung!