Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, INDIAN LULLABY, by SARAH COMSTOCK


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INDIAN LULLABY, by                    
First Line: Where the waves are lapping, lapping softly o'er
Last Line: Glide on to the land of dreams.


Where the waves are lapping, lapping softly o'er the pearly pebbles,
And the stream is gliding, gliding, ever onward toward the sea;
Where the pines are murm'ring to the never-dying breezes,
Sits a mother crooning, crooning to a child upon her knee.

Sleep, my warrior,
Sleep, my chieftain,
Sleep, my little Indian brave--
Lulled by murm'rings
Of the forest
And the streamlet's lapping wave;
While thy father's
Flashing arrows
Chase the deer in forests deep,
Rest, my warrior,
Rest, my chieftain,
Rest within the arms of sleep.

Where the light is glimm'ring, glimm'ring on the surface of the water.
And a sweet breath stealing, stealing, from the
pine-woods o'er her creeps;
Where the twilight's deep'ning, deep'ning fast within the
gloomy forest,
Still the mother's crooning, crooning, while her infant
warrior sleeps.

Sleep, my warrior,
Sleep, my chieftain,
Sleep, my little Indian brave--
Soothed by breathings
Of the pine-woods
And the cool stream's rippling wave,
While thy mother's
Dreamy crooning
Falls like music of wild streams:
Sleep, my warrior,
Sleep, my chieftain,
Glide on to the land of dreams.





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