Sleep, Baby, Sleep
Elizabeth Prentiss
1818 to 1898
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Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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Sleep, baby, sleep!
Who for our sakes came down to die.
Thy mother's shaking the dreamland tree,
The bright moon is the shepherdess.
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Thy Savior loves His sheep;
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
He is the Lamb of God on high
The little stars are the lambs, I guess,
The large stars are the sheep,
Sleep, baby, sleep!
Sleep, baby, sleep!
And down drops a little dream for thee.
Thy father's watching the sheep,