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To rest the weary nurse has gone: An eight-day watch had watched she, Still rocking beneath sun and moon The baby on her knee, Till Isobel its mother said "The fever waneth--wend to bed, For now the watch comes round to me."
To rest the weary nurse has gone: An eight-day watch had watched she, Still rocking beneath sun and moon The baby on her knee, Till Isobel its mother said "The fever waneth--wend to bed, For now the watch comes round to me."