Hush ye! Hush ye! My babe is sleeping. <br />Hush, ye winds, that are full of sorrow! <br />Hush, ye rains, from your weary weeping! <br />Give him slumber until to-morrow. <br /> <br />Hush ye, yet! In the years hereafter, <br />Surely sorrow is all his reaping; <br />Tears shall be in the place of laughter, <br />Give him peace for a while in sleeping. <br /> <br />Hush ye, hush! he is weak and ailing: <br />Send his mother his share of weeping. <br />Hush ye, winds, from your endless wailing; <br />Hush ye, hush ye, my babe is sleeping!<br /><br />Frederic Manning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-even/
