Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE SAND-MAN, by ELMER RUAN COATES


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THE SAND-MAN, by                    
First Line: Twilight is here and the baby is weary
Last Line: And when she has grown, may he still be a friend.


Twilight is here and the baby is weary--
Weary of laughing and weary of play;
Sleepy-by comes, and the eyes of the darling
Would close, like a veil, on the scenes of the day.
Calmly it lies in the arms of the mother,
Holy and pure, as an angel it seems,
One little smile, and a sweet little dimple,
And baby has gone to the land of the dreams.
Hush! not a word, not a footfall around her,
Turn down the clothes of the little white nest,
Turn down the light, for the Sand-Man has found her,
And angels are guarding the baby at rest.

Now as I look on this mother's own treasure,
Idol of home and the comfort of all,
Sadly I think of the woe without measure,
Sorrows that cling, and the tears that will fall.
As I'm recalling my own without number,
Haunting my pillow, when longing for rest,
I'd keep her a baby forever, to slumber
And smile in her dream on her fond mother's breast.
Hush! let the voices be gentle around her,
Baby, sleep on, while thy angels attend;
Sweet little darling! the Sand-Man has found her,
And when she has grown, may he still be a friend.





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