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LULLABY
Day is stealing down the West,
Tender, drowsy sounds are heard;
Closer now each downy bird
Creeps '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 seem
Happy now at home to keep,
And a darling little dream
Smiles at baby in his sleep.
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