Grandparents
All Through The Night Sleep my child and peace attend thee, All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night. Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night. Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night. The lyrics to this traditional Old Welsh air is a popular lullaby which my grandmother and mother either sang or recited as a little nursery rhyme to all of we children and is used to introduce our grandparents Teaching nursery rhymes allows a child to peep into the fields of literature, take the first tops in those journeys that will end in Shakespeare, Browning and Goethe. When his infantile ear is caught by the lively rhythm and the catchy rhymes, he is receiving his first lessons in poetry. That the lessons are delightful now he shows by his smiles, and in middle life he will appreciate the joy more keenly as he teaches the same little rhymes to his own children. Most children know the rhymes when they come to school and they will like to read them there. A child's keenest interest is in the things he knows. Later, perhaps in the high school or the grammar grades, he will be interested again in learning that the rhymes are not wholly frivolous and that there may be reasons why these rhymes should have survived for centuries in practically unchanged forms We grandparents who are referred to as "war babies" possibly have more stories to tell than you dear reader would care to hear, but what is contained in the following pages must be told and retold, so that future generations will seize upon the opportunity to turn from their materialism and self gratification and give to our communities a portion of what they have so feely and richly received.
All Through The Night
Sleep my child and peace attend thee, All through the night Guardian angels God will send thee, All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night. Angels watching, e'er around thee, All through the night. Midnight slumber close surround thee, All through the night. Soft the drowsy hours are creeping, Hill and dale in slumber sleeping I my loved ones' watch am keeping, All through the night.
The lyrics to this traditional Old Welsh air is a popular lullaby which my grandmother and mother either sang or recited as a little nursery rhyme to all of we children and is used to introduce our grandparents Teaching nursery rhymes allows a child to peep into the fields of literature, take the first tops in those journeys that will end in Shakespeare, Browning and Goethe. When his infantile ear is caught by the lively rhythm and the catchy rhymes, he is receiving his first lessons in poetry. That the lessons are delightful now he shows by his smiles, and in middle life he will appreciate the joy more keenly as he teaches the same little rhymes to his own children.
Most children know the rhymes when they come to school and they will like to read them there. A child's keenest interest is in the things he knows. Later, perhaps in the high school or the grammar grades, he will be interested again in learning that the rhymes are not wholly frivolous and that there may be reasons why these rhymes should have survived for centuries in practically unchanged forms
We grandparents who are referred to as "war babies" possibly have more stories to tell than you dear reader would care to hear, but what is contained in the following pages must be told and retold, so that future generations will seize upon the opportunity to turn from their materialism and self gratification and give to our communities a portion of what they have so feely and richly received.
