Night shades are falling, gone is the day; The birds have settled to rest. You are tired of your play; put the toys all away, And lay your head on Mother's breast. Goldilocks, now while Mother rocks, Drift to the land of sleep, Upon the breast, child's haven of rest, Of one, who a watch o'er you'll keep. In the far off years will mem'ry bring tears Of the crooned songs you here listen to; Songs you now hear and home scenes so dear, Will oft be recalled by you. Little tot, you're guarded, young and pure, With a mother's tender love -- The love always so sure, to forever endure, Like the love that comes from above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE ADVICE by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE FLY by BARNABY (BARNABE) GOOGE MISS KILMANSEGG AND HER PRECIOUS LEG: HER MORAL by THOMAS HOOD BLACK AND BLUE EYES by THOMAS MOORE |