Now I Lay Me.

Folded hands so soft and white, Baby kneels at mama’s knee; Gleams the flick’ring firelight On his face and golden hair. “Ev’rybody hush,” says he, “Baby wants to say his prayer.” “Now I lay me down to sleep, Tell me if I say it right, I can’t ’member ‘soul to keep’; I’m so sleepy on my knees, I can only say to-night, God bless ev’rybody please.”