THE DREAM-SHIP

A sweet little ship sailed up from the south With a cargo of baby dreams, Of dolls and kittens And warm little mittens And rose colored peppermint creams; A wee wind wafted it on its way And it sailed along at the close of day, Down the sleepy streets, where the lights were lit To leave each child some wonderful bit. “O hush, little child, if you want a dream, You must close your eyes,—ah yes! For the dream-ship carries a gift for you More lovely than you can guess; Perhaps a moon that will shine all day Perhaps a gown of a color gay Or a queer little fish In a silver dish Sail away little boat, and away!”