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LULLABY

 

THE drowsy night is coming,

The mist is on the heath;

Above the stars are shining,

The glow-worms underneath.

The flowers for sleep are sighing,

The bird is in its nest,

The daylight is all hidden

With sunshine in the west.

 

The ladybird at sunset

Went swiftly to her home;

The bats their wings are spreading,

And quite prepared to roam.

And, hark! the cricket singing

His love-song to the skies,

Where all the stars are waiting

To see you close your eyes.

 

They wish you all sweet slumber,

They wish you all good night;

They’ll tell the sun to rouse you

When once again ’tis light.

And while you sleep, the roses

May think your cheeks so fair

That, in the early morning,

You’ll find them resting there.

 

 

 

THE END