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Слушать(AI)Holy Innocents
Sleep, little Baby, sleep,
The holy Angels love thee,
And guard thy bed, and keepA blessed watch above thee.
No spirit can come
Nor evil beast to harm thee:
Sleep,
Sweet, devoid of
Where nothing need alarm thee.
The Love which doth not sleep,
The eternal arms around thee:
The shepherd of the
In perfect love has found thee.
Sleep through the holy night,
Christ-kept from snare and sorrow,
Until thou wake to
And love and warmth to-morrow.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl
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