Going To Sleep

Come hltlter, my baby, iny üarllng, My Uiy, my wonderfal rose! The white blossomed lluwor In the garden Begin ttieir soft pétala to close. The bees have gone home froin the clover, The swallows are under the eaves; A mi down lu the orcbard, the robín Broods over her uuat in the leavea. Come, baby, my beauty, my darllng 1 Your eyes, they are heavy wlth Rleep ! Your llttle red moutli has arown sllent. And Ncarcely lis laughter can keep; Lay off your wlille robe from your xhnulders, Uncltiap the sraall shoes from your feet; oh ! dalntlest bloesorn of Eden, I kUs you, my lily, my wwoei ! Do you feel the cool wind coming softly, And 8ee the young moon In the sky? The clouas snlllng over the sunset, The boats fllttlng sllently by? Do you hear how the cattle are lowlng, Along the green lañe by the ti 111 ? And i lie (limok running over pebbles, Wlth muslc thal tlever la atill? No w, husli, whlle I ding to you baby, A song of the augela above, That come on Invisible ninlons, To watch o'er the chtldren they love. Ho all ihrough your beautiful dreamlngB, The volee of your mother shall creep, I,si, hearing the harplngs celestial, Your soul Khould lly homeward In sleep.