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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVE'S CRADLE-SONG, by WALTER SATTERLEE
First Line: Sleep, sleep, little cain
Last Line: Little cain!
Subject(s): Adam & Eve; Bible; Cain
First Line: Sleep, sleep, little cain
Last Line: Little cain!
Subject(s): Adam & Eve; Bible; Cain
Sleep, sleep, little Cain!
Thy father is delving with labor and pain,
He works for our needs,
But the thistles and weeds
Grow thick o'er the dry, burning plain.
Yet, why should I grieve?
Thy fond mother Eve
Will never--never complain,
While she rocks little Cain--
Little Cain!
Sleep, sleep, little Cain!
Thy sleep may be deep, is thy mother's refrain;
In her dreams oft she sees
'Mong the flowers and trees
A garden, where she walks once again.
But no more shall she eat
Of those fruits, rare and sweet,
Yet she'll never--never complain,
While she rocks little Cain--
Little Cain!
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