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Sleep, baby, sleep;—safe from the storm,

Hid in thy wrappings downy and warm

Tell all the drifting snow

Tell all the winds that blow,

That they must softly go;

Baby is here.

Sleep, baby, sleep; storm-clouds have fled,

And not a snow-flake touched baby’s bed!

Tell the Aurora bright,

Tell all the stars of night,

Send down your cheery light;

Baby is here!

Sleep, baby, sleep: God holds the world:

His starry banner now is unfurled.

Hear what the angels say,

Sent on their shining way,

One soul is pure as they;

Baby is here.