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 The morning that my baby came
 They found a baby swallow dead,
  And saw a something hard read more 
 The morning that my baby came
 They found a baby swallow dead,
  And saw a something hard to name
   Fly mothlike over baby's bed. 
 O child! O new-born denizen
 Of life's great city! on thy head
  The glory of morn is read more 
 O child! O new-born denizen
 Of life's great city! on thy head
  The glory of morn is shed,
   Like a celestial benison!
    Here at the portal thou dost stand,
     And with thy little hand
      Thou openest the mysterious gate
       Into the future's undiscovered land. 
Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing.
Baloo, baloo, my wee, wee thing.
 "The hand that rocks the cradle"--but there is no such hand.
 It is bad to rock the baby, they read more 
 "The hand that rocks the cradle"--but there is no such hand.
 It is bad to rock the baby, they would have us understand;
  So the cradle's but a relic of the former foolish days,
   When mothers reared their children in unscientific ways;
    When they jounced them and they bounced them, those poor dwarfs 
of long ago--
     The Washingtons and Jeffersons, you know. 
 Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps;
 Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;
  She, while read more 
 Lo! at the couch where infant beauty sleeps;
 Her silent watch the mournful mother keeps;
  She, while the lovely babe unconscious lies,
   Smiles on her slumbering child with pensive eyes. 
 The hair she means to have is gold,
 Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,
  Plump read more 
 The hair she means to have is gold,
 Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old,
  Plump are her fists and pinky.
   She fluttered down in lucky hour
    From some blue deep in yon sky bower--
     I call her "Little Dinky." 
 Her beads while she numbered,
 The baby still slumbered,
  And smile in her face, as she bended read more 
 Her beads while she numbered,
 The baby still slumbered,
  And smile in her face, as she bended her knee;
   Oh! bless'd be that warning,
    My child, thy sleep adorning,
     For I know that the angels are whispering with thee. 
 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained 
strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest read more 
 Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou ordained 
strength because of thine enemies, that thou mightest still the 
enemy and the avenger. 
 A baby was sleeping,
 Its mother was weeping.  
 A baby was sleeping,
 Its mother was weeping.