Baby's Bell


Jingle! jingle! baby's bell;

What a tale its tongue might tell.

Could it speak it sure would say,

"When the baby's tired with play,

And is getting cross, don't try

To jingle bells, but hush-a-bye;

All so still, now crooning low,

Lull-a-bye, bye-o, bye-o,--

Quiet down his quaking nerves,

Soothe him as his state deserves;--

Passing hand from head to feet,

Sl-o-w-l-y, softly, loving, sweet,

As to smooth the feathers down,

Rumpled, from your birdling's crown;--

See, he sleeps, and in his dream

Yours may hand of angel seem,

Raveling out the tangled ills,

Knitting up with restful thrills."



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