THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,

Led by the wand'ring light,

Began to cry, but God ever nigh,

Appeard like his father in white.

He kissed the child & by the hand led

And to his mother brought,

Who in sorrow pale, thro' the lonely dale

Her little boy weeping sought.

ОБРЕТЕННЫЙ СЫН

Заплакал мальчик в темноте,

Среди болот блуждая -

И тут пред ним отцом родным

Предстал Господь, сияя!

И за руку ребенка взял,

И к матери отвел,

Что ночь брела, дитя звала,

Слезами полня дол.

LAUGHING SONG

When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy

And the dimpling stream runs laughing by,

When the air does laugh with our merry wit,

And the green hill laughs with the noise of it.

When the meadows laugh with lively green

And the grasshopper laughs in the merry scene,

When Mary and Susan and Emily,

With their sweet round mouths sing Ha, Ha, He.

When the painted birds laugh in the shade

Where our table with cherries and nuts is spread

Come live & be merry and join with me,

To sing the sweet chorus of Ha, Ha, He.

ВЕСЕЛАЯ ПЕСНЯ

Когда, заливаясь, смеется ручей

И полон воздух веселых речей,

Смеется роща, смеемся мы,

И эхом смеющимся вторят холмы,

Смеются луга зеленой травой,

Смеется кузнечик, укрытый листвой,

И девушки, сладкие губы раскрыв,

Выводят со смехом веселый мотив,

И птицы згенят, оглашая дол,

И в тени накрыт с угощеньем стол

А ну-ка с нами веселья испей

И хохотом, хохотом радость излей!

A CRADLE SONG

Sweet dreams form a shade,

O'er my lovely infants head.

Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,

By happy silent moony beams

Sweet sleep with soft down,

Weave thy brows an infant crown.

Sweet sleep Angel mild,

Hover o'er my happy child.

Sweet smiles in the night,

Hover over my delight.

Sweet smiles Mothers smiles

All the livelong night beguiles.

Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,

Chase not slumber from thy eyes,

Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,

All the dovelike moans beguiles.

Sleep sleep happy child.

All creation slept and smil'd.

Sleep sleep, happy sleep,

While o'er thee thy mother weep

Sweet babe in thy face,

Holy image I can trace.

Sweet babe once like thee,

Thy maker lay and wept for me

Wept for me for thee for all,

When he was an infant small.

Thou his image ever see.

Heavenly face that smiles on thee.

Smiles on thee on me on all,

Who became an infant small,

Infant smiles are his own smiles,

Heaven & earth to peace beguiles,

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