. Stories for little children . And one slips over and one comes next,The good little, gray little sheep! I watch how the fire burns red and low,And she says that I fall asleep. Josephine Daskam Bacon. THE SANDMAN THE Sandman comes across the land,At evening when the sun is low; Upon his back a bag of sand —His step is soft and STORIES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN I never hear his gentle tread,But when I bend my sleepy head,The Sandmans coming! mother says,And mother tells the truth, always! I guess hes old, with silver hair,Hes up so late! He has to goTo lots of children, everywhere, At eveni
. Stories for little children . And one slips over and one comes next,The good little, gray little sheep! I watch how the fire burns red and low,And she says that I fall asleep. Josephine Daskam Bacon. THE SANDMAN THE Sandman comes across the land,At evening when the sun is low; Upon his back a bag of sand —His step is soft and STORIES FOR LITTLE CHILDREN I never hear his gentle tread,But when I bend my sleepy head,The Sandmans coming! mother says,And mother tells the truth, always! I guess hes old, with silver hair,Hes up so late! He has to goTo lots of children, everywhere, At evening, when the sun is cloak is long, and green, and old,With pretty dreams in every fold -His shoes are silken, mother says,And mother tells the truth, always! He glides across the sunset hill,To seek each little child, like me; Our all-day-tired eyes to fill With sands of sleep, from slumbers sea. I try my best awake to stay, But I am tired out with play; Ill never see him, mother says, And mother tells the truth, always! Marie Van Vorst 444 LULLABY EVENING PRAYER LORD, we pray that you will keepWatch upon us while we sleep;Guard us from all harm and painTill the day conies round again
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