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A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: The pines have gathered upon the hill
Last Line: And rock him to sleep to-night.


The pines have gathered upon the hill
To watch for the old-new moon;
I hear their murmuring--"Hush, be still!
'Tis coming--coming soon!"

The brown thrush sings to his meek brown wife
Who broods below on her nest:
"Of all the world and of all my life
'Tis you I love the best!"

But the baby moon is wide awake,
And its eyes are shining bright;
The pines in their arms this moon must take
And rock him to sleep to-night.





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