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Softly sway the little cradle;

Softly in the quiet night

Let my pure beams touch the darling,

As I kissed Eve’s babies bright.

As I played among the tresses

Of her lovely Abel’s head,

As I poured my floods of silver

’Round her happy ones long fled.

When the grand old Ark was building,

Noah’s babies then I kissed,

And they laughed and cooed their welcome,

When full-orbed I cheered the east.

Through the long and fearful Deluge

I was hidden from the Ark,

But when cleared away the tempest

And the sky was chill and dark,

Then I rose, my lamp full-burning,

Pouring silver on the flood,

Till the mighty, shoreless ocean,

Sparkling, shouted praise to God.

How I watched the Ark while billows

Were returning to their place,

And glad hearts from Noah’s window

So rejoiced to see my face.

Sway the little cradle softly;

Let me touch the darling’s cheek.

Every darling, through the ages,

In their thoughts to me will speak.

Baby lips for me are smiling;

Baby fingers point to me,

When my silver sails spread widest

On the great, blue, silent sea.