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. |