A Lullaby by Helen Gray Cone — Read

Now while rest the happy herds, / And in folds the fleecy sheep, / All the boughs are full of birds, / Crowding, sound asleep. / _Sleep, sleep, sleep, / Under the fair, fair flocks of stars / That roam all night and know no bars, / Sleep, sweet, sleep! _

Now if we an Owl could ride, -- / Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes, / Globy lanterns, clear and wide, / Flaming while he flies, --

We should see the pretty things, / Pretty little sleepy souls! / All their heads beneath their wings, / Blind with sleep as moles! / _Sleep, sleep, sleep, / Under the wild, winged winds that fly / All night long across the sky, / Sleep, sweet, sleep! _