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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Cradle Song Of The Cossack Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Slumber sweet, my fairest baby,<br>Slumber calmly, sleep—­<br>Peaceful moonbeams light thy chamber,<br>In thy cradle creep;<br>I will tell to thee a story,<br>Pure as dewdrop glow,<br>Close those two beloved eyelids—­<br>Lullaby, By-low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">List! The Terek o’er its pebbles<br>Blusters through the vale,<br>On its shores the little Khirgez<br>Whets his murdrous blade;<br>Yet thy father grey in battle—­<br>Guards thee, child of woe,<br>Safely rest thee in thy cradle,<br>Lullaby, By-low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Grievous times will sure befall thee,<br>Danger, slaughterous fire—­<br>Thou shalt on a charger gallop,<br>Curbing at desire;<br>And a saddle girth all silken<br>Sadly I will sew,<br>Slumber now my wide-eyed darling,<br>Lullaby, By-low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When I see thee, my own Being,<br>As a Cossack true,<br>Must I only convoy give thee—­<br>“Mother dear, adieu!”<br>Nightly in the empty chamber<br>Blinding tears will flow,<br>Sleep my angel, sweetest dear one,<br>Lullaby, By-low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thy return I’ll wait lamenting<br>As the days go by,<br>Ardent for thee praying,—­fearing<br>In the cards to spy. <br>I shall fancy thou wilt suffer,<br>As a stranger grow—­<br>Sleep while yet thou nought regrettest,<br>Lullaby, By-low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=461371" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I will send a holy image<br>’Gainst the foe with thee,<br>To it kneeling, dearest Being,<br>Pray with piety! <br>Think of me in bloody battle,<br>Dearest child of woe,<br>Slumber soft within thy cradle,<br>Lullaby, By-low!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Mikhail+Yuryevich+Lermontov">Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov</a></strong></div>

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