"HUSH, hush! Speak softly, Mother dear, So that the daisies may not hear; For when the stars begin to peep, The pretty daisies go to sleep. "See, Mother, round us on the lawn; With soft white lashes closely drawn, They've shut their eyes so golden-gay, That looked up through the long, long day. "But now they're tired of all the fun -- Of bees and birds, of wind and sun Playing their game at hide-and-seek; -- Then very softly let us speak." A myriad stars above the child Looked down from heaven and sweetly smiled; But not a star in all the skies Beamed on him with his Mother's eyes. She stroked his curly chestnut head, And whispering very softly, said, "I'd quite forgotten they might hear; Thank you for that reminder, dear." |