O hush, my little baby brother; <br />Sleep, my love, upon my knee. <br />What though, dear child, we've lost our mother; <br />That can never trouble thee. <br /> <br /> <br />You are but ten weeks old to-morrow; <br />What can you know of our loss? <br />The house is full enough of sorrow. <br />Little baby, don't be cross. <br /> <br /> <br />Peace, cry not so, my dearest love; <br />Hush, my baby-bird, lie still.- <br />He's quiet now, he does not move, <br />Fast asleep is little Will. <br /> <br /> <br />My only solace, only joy, <br />Since the sad day I lost my mother, <br />Is nursing her own Willy boy, <br />My little orphan brother.<br /><br />Charles Lamb<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nursing/
