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The Weeping Babe

 She kneels by the cradle 
Where Jesus doth lie; 
Singing, Lullaby, my Baby! 
But why dost Thou cry? 

The babes of the village 
Smile sweetly in sleep; 
And lullaby, my Baby, 
That ever dost weep! 

I've wrapped Thee in linen, 
The gift of the Kings; 
And wool, soft and fleecy, 
The kind Shepherd brings.
Now smile, little Jesus, Whom naught can defile; All gifts will I give Thee An thou wilt but smile.
But it's lullaby, my Baby! And mournful am I, Thou cherished little Jesus, That still Thou wilt cry.

by Katharine Tynan
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