Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea, Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon. Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon. Sleep, my little one, sleep my pretty one, sleep. ~ Alfred Tennyson
a hauntingly beautiful poem karen....if I use it in an entry, I'll link your journal to it....like the new format and journal you have here too. :-) jerseygirljournal.com
This blog is a look into our homeschooling journey as we use Tapestry of Grace. You'll also find stories from various books I have collected that are now in the public domain and real life slipping in occasionally. Most posts from the public domain books have a pdf that you may download and print. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.
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