XXII O HUSH, my little baby brother 1 Sleep, my love, upon my knee,What though,dear child,wevelost our mother? That can never trouble thee. You are but ten weeks old to-morrow; What can you know of our loss ?The house is full enough of sorrow; Little baby, dont be cross. Peace, cry not so, my…
Children's poetry, English
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