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On A Grave In The Forest

Hush, gentle stranger. Here lies one asleep
In the tall grass whom we must not awaken.
For see, the wildest winds hush here and keep
Silence for her and not a leaf is shaken,
Lest she should wake and find herself forsaken.
Close to my feet aweary did she creep
And slept, and she is sweetly still mistaken
Deeming I stand by her and watch her sleep.
--Hush, gentle stranger! One as gentle lies
In this poor grave, and weep before you go
For one who knew no weeping, yet abode
Among our human sorrows and was wise
With tenderer sympathy than tears can show,
The gentlest kindliest creature made by God.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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At Even

Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping.
Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow!
Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping!
Give him slumber until to-morrow.

Hush ye, yet! In the years hereafter,
Surely sorrow is all his reaping;
Tears shall be in the place of laughter,
Give him peace for a while in sleeping.

Hush ye, hush! he is weak and ailing:
Send his mother his share of weeping.
Hush ye, winds, from your endless wailing;
Hush ye, hush ye, my babe is sleeping!

poem by Frederic Manning
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Eulogy for a veteran

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glint of snow

I am the sunlight on ripened grain
I am the gentle autumn rain

When you awaken in the mornings hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
of quiet birds in circled flight
I am the soft stars that shine at night

Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there, I DID NOT DIE

poem by Anonymous Americas
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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep

Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye
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Scythe Song

MOWERS, weary and brown, and blithe,
What is the word methinks ye know,
Endless over-word that the Scythe
Sings to the blades of the grass below?
Scythes that swing in the grass and clover,
Something, still, they say as they pass;
What is the word that, over and over,
Sings the Scythe to the flowers and grass?

Hush, ah hush, the Scythes are saying,
Hush, and heed not, and fall asleep;
Hush, they say to the grasses swaying;
Hush, they sing to the clover deep!
Hush—’t is the lullaby Time is singing—
Hush, and heed not, for all things pass;
Hush, ah hush! and the Scythes are swinging
Over the clover, over the grass!

poem by Andrew Lang
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Lullaby To An Anxious Child

Hush child,
Let your mommy sleep into the night until we rise
Hush child,
Let me soothe the shining tears that gather in your eyes
Hush child,
I won't leave I'll stay with you to cross this Bridge of Sighs
Hush child,
I can help the look of accusation in your eyes
In your eyes
The world is broken and now
All in sorrow
Wise men hang their heads
Hush child,
Let your mommy sleep into the night until we rise
Hush child,
All the strength I'll need to find, I'll find inside your eyes
In your eyes

song performed by by Sting
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hippo and Friends

hush hush the lion sleeps
hush hush the lion keeps
one eye open the other closed
the jungle might be awake

hush hush he's got a paw
hush hush or he will roar
the jungle snakes might hiss
a mighty lion might move

hush hush the lion sleeps
the deepest jungle sleep
Hippo whispers at the edge
his friends are waiting too

©Miroslava Odalovic

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there. I did not die.

Written at least 50 years ago, this poem has been attributed at different times to J.T. Wiggins (an English emigre to America) , two Americans: Mary E. Fry and Marianne Reinhardt, and more recently to Stephen Cummins, a British soldier killed in Northern Ireland who left a copy for his relatives. Others claim it is a Navajo burial prayer.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hush! Hush! A LONELY RAT with a Human Hat Chokes in Silence!

Lo! A lonely flower in the garden of the east,
Look! A lonely star in the night sky of the west!
Ugh! A lonely cow faces the heat in the north,
So is a lonely boy admits his defeat in the south.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!

Each day someone wakes up with a frown,
To make up the loss with a groan and a drown,
For rumors keep flying like houseflies in the town,
That keeps one tormented in the hell - a mental breakdown.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!

One is a loner as he builds walls instead of bridges,
Others are loners – shriveled up inside the nut, no repair;
Some others are broken hearts in despair,
All the others are related yet separated by egos and ridges.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!

Lonesome man talks alone at night;
Lonely man walks alone in the broad daylight;
Lonely man speaks when I'm with you,
Lonely man cranks when my heart's untrue.
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!

For a crowd is not company just appearance in the show!
And faces are but a gallery of pictures in the showcase,
Talks but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love just a show!
Separate we come, and separate we go in any case,
Yet we say we all belong to one race – the human race!
Hush-hush! A lonely rat with a human hat chokes in silence!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> >>>
(With heart and soul dedicated to my fellow poet AMIT RAY)

poem by Harindhar Reddy
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Hush Little Baby

Hush little baby Daddys here
Hush little baby dont you fear
Hush little baby as i hold my tear
Hush little baby dont you hear

Hush little baby daddys son
Hush little baby dont you be glum
Hush little baby as i go numb
Hush little baby the time has come

Hush little baby Daddy did try
Hush little baby dont you sigh
Hush little baby as i start to cry
Hush little baby dont say bye bye

Hush little baby Mummys Waiting there

poem by Jason Mcgookin
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Hush Now, Child

Hush now child,
No need to say goodbye,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby,

Be still now child,
You have no pain, no fear,
The time has come to pass,
This is your year,

Be calmed dear child,
For I stand by your side,
Don’t turn away now child,
We cannot hide,

Hold on now child,
Remember me with love,
And shine your light on me,
From up above,

And hush, now child,
Just spread your wings and fly,
No winter song,
No gentle lullaby.

poem by Linda Harnett
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Hush

Hush little baby dont you cry daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby,
hush little baby dont make peep daddy's getting sick of hearing momma weep.
hush little baby lay your head down to rest daddy's still here whispering in your ear.
hush little baby take a nap with hopping tigger dadd'ys getting ready to pull the trigger
hush my little baby as put it to my head look its magic now daddy's dead! Hush my little baby my sweet little baby, hush'a'by babe, shhh

poem by Emily Frick
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By Her White Bed

By her white bed I muse a little space:
She fell asleep--not very long ago,--
And yet the grass was here and not the snow--
The leaf, the bud, the blossom, and--her face!--
Midsummer's heaven above us, and the grace
Of Lovers own day, from dawn to afterglow;
The fireflies' glimmering, and the sweet and low
Plaint of the whip-poor-wills, and every place
In thicker twilight for the roses' scent.
Then _night_.--She slept--in such tranquility,
I walk atiptoe still, nor _dare_ to weep,
Feeling, in all this hush, she rests content--
That though God stood to wake her for me, she
Would mutely plead: 'Nay, Lord! Let _him_ so sleep.'

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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A silence.

In this silence
there is not the hush of a breeze,
not the purr of a cat,
not the hum of summer bees
and not the wiping of feet on a mat.

In this silence
there is the absence of fear,
the quenching of thirst
and the quiet eating of hungry bread.

In this silence there is the wise old look that says so much.

This silence is and is not
the lapping of gentle waters on the shores of a lonely lake.

This silence is not
the cries of gulls hovering
above the cliffs of eternal seas.

poem by John O'connell
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Song. Hush, Hush! Tread Softly!

1.
Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush my dear!
All the house is asleep, but we know very well
That the jealous, the jealous old bald-pate may hear.
Tho' you've padded his night-cap -- O sweet Isabel!
Tho' your feet are more light than a Fairy's feet,
Who dances on bubbles where brooklets meet,--
Hush, hush! soft tiptoe! hush, hush my dear!
For less than a nothing the jealous can hear.

2.
No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there
On the river, -- all's still, and the night's sleepy eye
Closes up, and forgets all its Lethean care,
Charm'd to death by the drone of the humming May-fly;
And the Moon, whether prudish or complaisant,
Hath fled to her bower, well knowing I want
No light in the dusk, no torch in the gloom,
But my Isabel's eyes, and her lips pulp'd with bloom.

3.
Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly -- sweet!
We are dead if that latchet gives one little chink!
Well done -- now those lips, and a flowery seat --
The old man may sleep, and the planets may wink;
The shut rose shall dream of our loves, and awake
Full blown, and such warmth for the morning's take;
The stock-dove shall hatch her soft brace and shall coo,
While I kiss to the melody, aching all through!

poem by John Keats
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Hush A Little Baby Daddy's Sad

Hush little baby Daddys here Hush little baby dont you fear Hush little baby as i hold my tear Hush little baby dont you hear

Hush little baby daddys son Hush little baby daddy will see you soon

Hush little baby Daddy did try Hush little baby dont you sigh Hush little baby as i start to cry Hush little baby daddy never got say bye bye hush little baby mummy took you away hush a little baby daddy misses you every day hush little baby will daddy ever see you again.

poem by Colin Thornton
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Hushabye

Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Hush hush
Hushabye
Hushabye
Hushabye
Oh my darlin dont you cry
Guardian angels up above
Take care of the one I love
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Hush hush
Hushabye
Oo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah
Hush hush
Hushabye
Oooo oooo oooo oooo
Lullabye and goodnight
In your dreams I hold you tight
Lullabye and goodnight
Til the dawns early light
Pillows lying on your bed
Oh my darling rest your head
Sandman will be coming soon
Singing you a slumber tune
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Hush
Hush
Hushabye
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Hush
Hush
Hushabye
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Oo ooo oooo oooo ooo ooo ooo
Ah ah ah ah

song performed by by Beach Boys
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I Wondered What Was Next

So I wondered what was next
As I said good night
I wondered what was next
As I said good night

With head bowed and soul I prayed
These words I said
Please, send the Angels
To guard this, little sleepy head

And as I watched, I sung
Go to sleep, go to sleep
Close those little bright blue eyes
Night-time is coming
The sun is on the far side

Angels are watching
Our vigil to keep
While the Sandman is filling your eyes
It's time for you sleep

Hush-a-bye-baby
Hush-a-bye-sweet
Play time is over for your
Tiny little feet

Close your eyes, baby
Close your eyes, honey
Sleey-time's here
Good night little darling
Good night little dear

As I sung this song
I wondered what would be next
What God has done to my soul?
Because of this child, I confess

I held my daughter's child
while she fell to sleep
And it was there that I started to think
About the stories of my life, the constant agony
There had just been so dang many
The unending strife's
And just like that the tears again,
Came my way
I fought against torrential rains

As I held this child
That has caused love in my life
I fought against my memories of strife

As I struggled trying end my cares
I attemped again to find peace
But where?
A thought passed through my mind
It came almost like a nursery rhyme.

Oh hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
Look what you've become
The man that loves,
My little ones

And as I sat wondering
Where those words had Just came from?

I heard again

So hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
Look what you've become
The man that loves everyone
The man that sin can no longer
over run

So I spoke my question
With voice aloud
How can this be?

Hush-a-bye child
Hush-a-bye child
I can see
Hush-a-bye child
Leave the pains of the past
For me

For I have opened the windows
Of Heaven for thee
And poured out this blessing
With-out room enough to recieve

So (hush-a-bye child)
(Hush-a-bye child)
It's time for you to sleep
For even now I Am,
I Am
Baby tending with thee

poem by Clyde Bryson
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Hush-a-bye Hard Times

Many years you have lingered around my cabin door
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hard times come again no more
Oh hush a bye hard times, go ye away
Cause my hungry baby wants a gingerbread cake
Not a cow in the barn yard no money to spend
Not an egg in the hayloft, no little red hen
Chorus:
So, hush a bye baby dont cry no more
Your mama cant give you what youre crying for
Theres a wolf at the door with an angry
Cold hungry stare, he keeps howling of hard times
And the cupboard is bare
Oh, hush a bye hard times go ye to rest
Cause my ragged baby wants a new ruffled dress
And she wants some new shoes with buckles to wear
And she wants some silver bows for her golden hair
Repeat chorus twice
Hush a bye hard times go ye away
I dont intend to be treated this way
So, hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Dont cry no more
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
Fade:
Many years you have lingered around my cabin door
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Dont cry no more
Hush a bye hard times
Hush a bye baby
Hush a bye hard times
Come ye no more

song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Tsunami's passing

The wave has come, now she has past, hush.
Her power, her might, her silent extinguishing strength.
Shhh, lie down, lie down, and sleep.
No longer are you alone, hush.
The four riders black, devestation, they come hush.
Now you can sleep, sleep the best sleep.
No more screaming, no crying, no pain, just sleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep, shhh!

poem by William Flemming
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Put a Sock In It

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!

Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.

Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.

Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!

Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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