AN EVENING SONG.
Reading edition
BY COUSIN ANNIE.
Twilight dews are gath’ring, The bright day’s done; Upon thy downy couch Rest, little one. Each tiny bird’s hieing Home to its nest; Each flower-head’s nodding Upon its breast. Be still now, little heart, Until the morrow Brings again its share Of joy and sorrow. May angels round thy couch Be ever nigh, And over thy slumbers chant Their lullaby.
