BOATMAN'S SONG. 



UAFUST XIV. 



I. 



Gently, ye billows, come cradle our boat, 

 On its bright pathway in peace let it float, 

 Lightly the breezes bestir the broad stream, 

 Warm on the waters the sunbeams now gleam. 



SOPRANO : 



Softly are whisp'ring the reeds as they shake, 

 Songs of the joy in the distance awake ; 

 Softly are whisp'ring the reeds as they shake, 

 Songs of the joy in the distance awake. 

 Songs of the joy in the distance awake. 



ALTO: 



Softly are whisp'ring the reeds as they shake, 



Songs of the joy in the distance awake, the distance awake; 



Songs of the joy in the distance awake; 



Songs of the joy in the distance awake. 



II. 



Gently, ye billows, around us you play, 

 Bear us in safety nor lead us astray ; 

 Life and a river in this are as one, 

 Scarcely we greet them before they are gone. 



SOPRANO : 



Moments like billows are swift in their flight, 

 Moments like billows, some dark and some bright ; 

 Joy let us grasp when it visits us here, 

 Take down the sail for the harbor is near, 

 Take down the sail for the harbor is near. 



AI.TO: 



Moments like billows are swift in their flight, 



Moments like billows, some dark and some bright, some dark and some bright, 



Take down the sail for the harbor is near, 



Take down the sail for the harbor is near. 



CRADLE SONG. 



EUTERPEAN. 

 I. 



Sleep, beloved sleep ', Round thee watch we keep ; 

 Listen how the rain doth fall ; How the neighbor's dog doth call ; 

 He hath bitten some one straying, That's the cause of this baying, 

 Round thee artful watch we keep ; Sleep, beloved, sleep. 



II. 



Close the weary eye ; Wind doth rustle by ; 

 Hare doth lift a list'ning ear, As the hunter's foot draws near ; 

 Coat of green is hunter wearing. But the hare away is tearing, 

 Hunter cannot come him nigh ; Close thy weary eye. 



III. 



Sleep till morn arise in yon azure sky ; 



Watch-dog now hath ceas'd to bark ; Beggar hides where all is dark ; 

 Little dove her young is tending; Where no hunter's foot is wending, 

 Hare is hid in verdure deep. Sleep, my darling, sleep. 



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