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THE ROAD TO SLUMBERLAND, by            
First Line: What is the road to slumberland? And when does the baby go
Last Line: To the beautiful city of slumberland when the sun is sinking low.
Subject(s): Mothers; Sleep


What is the road to Slumberland? And when does the baby go?
The road lies straight through mother's arms when the sun
is sinking low.
He goes by the drowsy "land of nod" to the music of "lullaby,"
When all wee lambs are safe in the fold, under the evening sky.

A soft little night-gown, clean and white; a face washed
sweet and fair;
A mother brushing the tangles out of the silken, golden hair;
Two little tired, satiny feet, from shoe and stocking free;
Two little palms together clasped at the mother's patient knee;
Some baby words that are drowsily lisped to the tender Shepherd's ear,
And a kiss that only a mother can place on the brow of her baby dear;
A little round head that nestles at last close to the mother's breast,
And then the lullaby, soft and low, singing the song of rest.

And closer and closer the blue-veined lids are hiding the baby eyes,
As over the road to Slumberland the dear little traveler hies.
For this is the way, through mother's arms, all little babies go,
To the beautiful city of Slumberland when the sun is sinking low.





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