Part 2 (1/2)

With that he gave to my baby The tiniest silver spoon.

Then out he slipped in the moonlight, And we lost him from sight right soon.

Now some may think I am foolish, And some may think I am mad; But never once since that very night Has my baby been cross or sad.

And I counsel all anxious mothers Whose babies are crying in pain, To send for the fairy Spoonman, And get them their spoons again.

SONG OF THE LITTLE WINDS.

The birdies may sleep, but the winds must wake Early and late, for the birdies' sake.

Kissing them, fanning them, soft and sweet, E'en till the dark and the dawning meet.

The flowers may sleep, but the winds must wake Early and late, for the flowers' sake.

Rocking the buds on the rose-mother's breast, Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest.

The children may sleep, but the winds must wake Early and late, for the children's sake.

Singing so sweet in each little one's ear, He thinks his mother's own song to hear.

GOOD-NIGHT SONG.

Good-night, Sun! go to bed!

Take your crown from your s.h.i.+ning head.

Now put on your gray night-cap, And shut your eyes for a good long nap.

Good-night, Sky, bright and blue!

Not a wink of sleep for you.

You must watch us all the night, With your twinkling eyes so bright.

Good-night, flowers! now shut up Every swinging bell and cup.

Take your sleeping-draught of dew: Pleasant dreams to all of you!

Good-night, birds, that sweetly sing!

Little head 'neath little wing!

Every leaf upon the tree Soft shall sing your lullaby.

Last to you, little child, Sleep is coming soft and mild.

Now he shuts your blue eyes bright: Little Baby dear, good-night!