LULLABY.

The maple strews the embers of its leaves

O'er the laggard swallows nestled‘ neath the eaves;

And the moody cricket falters in his cry — Baby-bye!—

And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky — Baby-bye!—

The lid of night is falling o'er the sky!

The rose is lying pallid, and the cup

Of the frosted calla-lily folded up;

And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh — Baby-bye!—

O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie — Baby-bye!—

O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie!

Yet, Baby — O my Baby, for your sake

This heart of mine is ever wide awake,

And my love may never droop a drowsy eye — Baby-bye!—

Till your own are wet above me when I die — Baby-bye!—

Till your own are wet above me when I die.