Sleep, little Paul, what, crying, hush! the night is very dark;
The wolves are near the rampart, the dogs begin to bark;
The bell has rung for slumber, and the guardian angel weeps
When a little child beside the hearth so late a play-time keeps. (Letitia Elizabeth Landon)

Sleep, little Paul, what, crying, hush! the night is very dark; The wolves are near the rampart, the dogs begin to bark; The bell has rung for slumber, and the guardian angel weeps When a little child beside the hearth so late a play-time keeps.

Letitia Elizabeth Landon

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