A Bedtime Song

When the twilight steals apace

      Then it’s bedtime, dearie.

When the great sun hides his face

      Then it’s bedtime, dearie.

When the birds have sought the eaves,

When the night winds kiss the leaves,

When the sand man winds and weaves

              Mystic spells

              O’er hills and dells

      Then it’s bedtime, dearie.

When the lamps have lit the room,

      Then it’s bedtime, dearie;

When the sand man brings the gloom,

      Then it’s bedtime, dearie.

When the sleepy dream-boat takes

You o’er bylo-lands and lakes,

When the good-night song awakes

              Guarding eyes

              From out the skies,

      Then it’s bedtime, dearie.

Bedtime, dearie, then away,

Tired from the long, long day,

      Sleep, my dearie;

Close your little wand’ring eyes,

God will watch you from the skies,

      Sleep my dearie.

Sept. 12, ‘10

Sunday, Sept. 18