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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=468631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Sweet Lullaby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, little babe; come, silly soul,<br>Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,<br>Born, as I doubt, to all our dole<br>And to thyself unhappy chief:<br>Sing lullaby, and lap it warm, <br>Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thou little think'st and less dost know<br>The cause of this thy mother's moan,<br>Thou want'st the wit to wail her woe,<br>And I myself am all alone.<br>Why dost thou weep? why dost thou wail? <br>And knowest not yet what thou dost ail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, little wretch - ah, silly heart,<br>Mine only joy, what can I more?<br>If there be any wrong thy smart,<br>That may the destines implore,<br>'Twas I, I say, against my will; <br>I wail the time, but be thou still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And dost thou smile? Oh, thy sweet face,<br>Would God himself he might thee see;<br>No doubt thou wouldst soon purchase grace,<br>I know right well, for thee and me,<br>But come to mother, babe, and play, <br>For father false is fled away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sweet boy, if it by fortune chance<br>Thy father home again to send,<br>If death do strike me with his lance,<br>Yet mayst thou me to him commend;<br>If any ask thy mother's name, <br>Tell how by love she purchased blame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then will his gentle heart soon yield;<br>I know him of a noble mind.<br>Although a lion in the field,<br>A lamb in town thou shalt him find.<br>Ask blessing, babe, be not afraid; <br>His sugared words hath me betrayed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then mayst thou joy and be right glad,<br>Although in woe I seem to moan,<br>Thy father is no rascal lad,<br>A noble youth of blood and bone;<br>His glancing looks, if he once smile, <br>Right honest women may beguile.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come, little boy, and rock asleep,<br>Sing lullaby, and be thou still;<br>I that can do nought else but weep<br>Will sit by thee and wail my fill.<br>God bless my babe, and lullaby, <br>From this thy father's quality.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Nicholas+Breton">Nicholas Breton</a><div class=q>
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Thy father's shame, thy mother's grief,
Born, as I doubt, to all our dole
And to thyself unhappy chief:
Sing lullaby, and lap it warm, 
Poor soul that thinks no creature harm.

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