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Come, lay thy head upon my breast,
And sink in peaceful sleep;
And I will guard thy fev'rish rest,
And love's fond vigil keep.
Then sleep and dream thy woes are o'er,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
And sink in peaceful sleep;
And I will guard thy fev'rish rest,
And love's fond vigil keep.
Then sleep and dream thy woes are o'er,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
And when thou wakest let a smile
O'er thy dear features play,
And though it tarry but a while,
I'll bless its cheering ray.
Smile as thou did'st in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
O'er thy dear features play,
And though it tarry but a while,
I'll bless its cheering ray.
Smile as thou did'st in days of yore,
And prithee, dearest, weep no more.
