The dandelions have closed their eyes;

Bye, baby, bye,

And the stars are lighting their lamps to see
If the babies and squirrels and birds, all three,
Are sound asleep as they ought to be.

Bye, baby, bye.

The squirrel is dressed in a coat of gray;
Bye, baby, bye,

He wears it by night as well as by day;
Bye, baby, bye,

The robin sleeps in his feathers and down,

With the warm red breast and the wings of brown; But the baby wears a little white gown.

Bye, baby, bye.

The squirrel's nest is a hole in a tree;
Bye, baby, bye,

And there he sleeps as snug as can be;
Bye, baby, bye,

The robin's nest is high overhead,

Where the leafy boughs of the maple spread,
But the baby's nest is a little white bed.

Bye, baby, bye.

CRADLE-SONG OF THE FISHERMAN'S WIFE

BY ELLA HIGGINSON

Swung in the hollows of the deep,
While silver stars their watches keep,

Sleep, my seabird, sleep!

Our boat the glistening fishes fill,

Our prow turns homeward-hush be still,
Sleep, my seabird, sleep—

Sleep, sleep.

The wind is springing from out the West,
Nestle thee deeper in mother's breast,
Rest, my seabird, rest!

There is no sea our boat can whelm
While thy brave father is at the helm,
Rest, my seabird, rest-

Rest, rest.

The foam flies past us, the lightnings gleam,
The waves break over, the fierce winds scream,
Dream, my seabird, dream!

Dream of the cot where high and low,
Crimson and white, the roses blow,
Dream, my seabird, dream-
Dream, dream.

What though the tempest is on the deep?
Heaven will guard thee - do not weep,
Sleep, my seabird, sleep!

Be brave as a fisherman's child should be,
Rocked in the hollows of the sea,

Sleep, my seabird, sleep—

Sleep, sleep.

LULLABY

BY ALFRED TENNYSON

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,

Come from the dying moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,

Father will come to thee soon:

Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

Father will come to thee soon;

Father will come to his bird in the nest;
Silver sails all out of the west

Under the silver moon:

Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

CRADLE SONG

ANONYMOUS

Sleep, little baby of mine,
Night and the darkness are near,
But Jesus looks down

Through the shadows that frown,

And baby has nothing to fear.

Shut, little sleepy blue eyes;

Dear little head be at rest;

Jesus, like you,

Was a baby once, too,

And slept on his own mother's breast.

Sleep, little baby of mine,

Soft on your pillow so white;
Jesus is here

To watch over you, dear,

And nothing can harm you to-night.

O, little darling of mine,

What can you know of the bliss,

The comfort I keep,

Awake and asleep,

Because I am certain of this?

SWEETLY SLEEP

BY JANE TAYLOR

Sleep, my baby; sleep, my boy;
Rest your little weary head!
'Tis your mother rocks her boy
In his little cradle-bed.

Lullaby, sweet lullaby,
Lullaby, sweet lullaby,

In his little cradle-bed.

All the little birds are sleeping

Every one has gone to rest;

And my precious one is resting
In his pretty cradle nest.

Lullaby, sweet lullaby,

Lullaby, sweet lullaby,
In his pretty cradle nest.

Sleep, oh, sleep, my darling boy-
Wake to-morrow fresh and strong;
'Tis thy mother sits beside thee,
Singing thee an evening song.
Lullaby, sweet lullaby,

Lullaby, sweet lullaby,

Singing thee an evening song.

A CRADLE HYMN

BY ISAAC WATTS

Hush! my dear, lie still, and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed!
Heavenly blessings without number
Gently falling on thy head.

Sleep, my babe; they food and raiment,
House and home, thy friends provide;

All without thy care or payment
All thy wants are well supplied.

How much better thou'rt attended
Than the Son of God could be