Lullaby

DAY is stealing down the West,Tender, drowsy sounds are heard;Closer now each downy birdCreeps 'neath mother-wings to rest.In the fading sky afar,Kindled by some angel hand,Twinkling comes a tiny star,—Baby's guide to Sleepy-Land.

Cooler, darker grows the air,Eerie shadows haunt the room;In the garden, through the gloom,'Wildering bats and owlets fare;But the lambs and birdies seemHappy now at home to keep,And a darling little dreamSmiles at baby in his sleep.