No. 7. Softly sleeps my Baby. AN ENGLISH LULLABY.SOFTLY SLEEPS MY BABY. Ou! wand'ring wind, T pray theo fold thy wings, The whisp'ring trees are calling thee to rest, The sky grows dim, the noisy birds are still, ‘And softly sleeps my baby at my breast. Oh ! restless sea, whose waters wan and coid, Fret the brown rocks with angry moon-white crest, Hush them, I pray, to little lapping waves, For softly sleeps my baby at my breast. Oh! guardian stars, half hid by feecy cloudlets, ‘Your watch-fires now I pray make manifest, No ottier light have we within the chamber 5 Where softly sleeps my baby at my breast. Oh! Lord of earth, and sea, and stars, and heaven, Come to our home to-night, and be our guest, So in the darkness drear, which is Thy shadow, Shall softly sleep my baby at my breast. Carts Brooxe,SOFTLY SLEEPS MY BABY. 59 Woros ay Musig Br GARIS BROOKE ALICIA ADELAIDE NEEDHAM. Tranquillo ¢ doleemente _ york SS = SN reno PLANO. wan_dring wind, 1 pray_thee fold thy’ Whis-plriny trees are cull — ing sky grows dim, the - sy Binds ure Copyright 1897 by Boosey & CP H1T85.60 pp 2 tense Ee == wow pe = eS ee =a wot ly sleepy my bas By at y roa by = = He try pp a teays guardian stars, half hid by flee - ey cloud _ bets, Your = es a = BS o as 7 ———— as ct ° tS , H.1785:ther ight have we cham — ber, Ppa tempo soft ly sleeps my Ppa tempo of earth, and seu, and stars, and 1785,“bop ph pn ——— fe = ee —— = == é 7 fo our home to-night, and be our guest, So SS = 4? == soft. ly steep my my