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 THE CRAD 
 
 F THE NILE. 
 
 DENVER, COLO, 
 

 THE CRADLE SONG OF THE NILE 
 
 " Lullaby darling one; now you will ride 
 On the Nile-waters so quiet and wide! 
 Let no one say my baby has cried 
 There in the rushes." 
 
 Thus said a mother, and offered a prayer, 
 As the small ark floated daintily there; 
 Leaving to God and his tenderest care 
 The cradle of rushes. 
 
 Oh! 'tis the king's daughter lovely and braise; 
 Bidding her maidens bring in from the wave 
 The cradle of rushes. 
 
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 Who is now come to the river to lave? ! 
 
Pharaoh's fair daughter bends low to caress : 
 " Hushaby, pretty one! give me a kiss; — 
 Who ever saw such a cradle as this, 
 Built out of rushes! 
 
 "Go! call a Hebrew to nurse it for me: — 
 Sing a glad song till it laughs in its glee. 
 'Tis well I was first the sweet cherub to see, 
 Hid in the rushes." 
 
 Dress it in raiment of loveliest dyes; 
 Pharaoh's great gems are not bright as its eyes; 
 This is the king's daughter's beautiful prize, 
 Found in the rushes. 
 
 Wild-Bird. 
 
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