Evening Song

: SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
: Boys And Girls Bookshelf

BY C. FRANCES ALEXANDER



Little birds sleep sweetly

In their soft round nests,

Crouching in the cover

Of their mother's breasts.

Little lambs lie quiet,

All the summer night,

With their old ewe mothers,

Warm, and soft, and white.



But more sweet and quiet

Lie our little heads,

With our own dear mothers

Sitting by our beds;

And their soft sweet voices

Sing our hush-a-byes,

While the room grows darker,

As we shut our eyes.



And we play at evening

Round our father's knees;

Birds are not so merry,

Singing on the trees,

Lambs are not so happy,

'Mid the meadow flowers;

They have play and pleasure,

But not love like ours.



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