Volume 22 — LITTLE BOY BLUE.

Childish shepherd, sleeping Underneath the hay, Oh would that I could whisper in your dreams, "The sheep astray!" Couldst thou not in Dreamland, Pretty herdsman, pray, With horn and crook lead gently to the fold Thy sheep astray? Alas for soft sweet slumber's Mistland gold and gray, While o'er the hilltops shimmering spirits lead Our sheep astray!