hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
Thy mother a lady, both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
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Strife comes with manhood, and waking with day Excellent nugget of wisdom woven in a lullaby. Thanks.
I liked this, an unusual poem from a famous wordsmith