HUSH-A-BY.
Reading edition
Hush-a-by baby: as the birds fly, We are off to the island of Lullaby: I am the captain, and you are the crew, And the cradle, I guess, is our birch-bark canoe; We'll drift away from this work-day shore, Forty thousand long leagues or more, Till we reach the strand where happy dreams wait, Whether we're early, or whether we're late. Hush-a-by baby: as the birds fly, Let us make the snug harbor of Lullaby: Some little folks are far on the way; Some have put in at Wide-awake Bay; Others, I fear, are long overdue; Don't let this happen, my darling, to you: Let us steer for the coast where happy dreams wait, Whether we're early, or whether we're late.
MARY N. PRESCOTT.
