Wake, Pretty One, wake! The morn comes over the mountain; Tenderly, gaily, the swift, sweet breeze Kisses the dew from the trembling trees; Day's ready to break -- Wake, Pretty One, wake! Sing, Pretty One, sing! The violet blooms by the fountain; Under the cool of the hawthorn spray, Sunlight and shadowlet dance and play; Love, love's on the wing -- Sing, Pretty One, sing! Rest, Pretty One, rest! The sun sinks under the mountain; Mother-bird night, with her warm wings furled, Broods o'er the dusk of the sleeping world; Safe under her breast Rest, Pretty One, rest! |