Edith Matilda Thomas (Эдит Матильда Томас)

Cradle Song

For One Born at Christmas

Happy thou, a winter comer,
  Happier with the snows around thee
Than if rosy-fingered summer
  In thy cradle-nest had crowned thee.

Tender is the night, and holy:
  Little clouds, like cherub faces,
Up the moon path, drifting slowly,
  Vanish in the heavenly spaces.

Clothed in splendor, past our earth night,
  Sphere on sphere is chanting _Nowel_:
Child, thy birthnight keeps a Birthnight
  Dearest in all Time's bestowal!

He who slept within a manger
  Guards the pillow thou art pressing--
Sent thee hither, little stranger,
  Blest--to be our Christmas Blessing!

1. Her Christmas Present
2. In the Dark Little Flat at the End of the Court
3. The Day-Dreamer
4. Holly and Mistletoe
5. Two Child Angels

Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (Каролина Олифант, леди Нэрн) Cradle Song ("Baloo loo, lammie, now baloo my dear")

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