'T is bedtime; say your hymn, and bid "Goodnight; God bless Mamma, Papa, and dear ones all." Your half-shut eyes beneath your eyelids fall, Another minute, you will shut them quite. Yes, I will carry you, put out the light, And tuck you up, although you are so tall! What will you give me, sleepy one, and call My wages, if I settle you all right? I laid her golden curls upon my arm, I drew her little feet within my hand, Her rosy palms were joined in trustful bliss, Her heart next mine beat gently, soft and warm She nestled to me, and, by Love's command, Paid me my precious wages -- "Baby's Kiss." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING THE WEARY BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES LITTLE JERRY, THE MILLER by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THIRTEEN WAYS OF LOOKING AT A BLACKBIRD by WALLACE STEVENS FOUR SONNETS: 2 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN |