A Lullaby (1914)

Cora J. Ball Motes; Crisis, 1914 Dusky lashes droop and fall, Night-winds whisper, night-birds call. Close your tired sleepy eyes, Earth is singing lullabies. Kindly twilight shadows creep O’er a world that longs to sleep. Little dusky babe of min Close those sleepy eyes of thine. Mother’s love will softly keep Watch above you while […]