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THE ROAD TO SLUMBERLAND.

What is the road to Slumberland. And when does the baby go 1 The road lies straight' through mother’s arms When the sun is sinking low. He goes by the drowsy “ land of Nod,” To the music of “ lullaby,” When all we lambs are safe in the fold, Under the evening sky.

A soft little night-gown clean and white, A face washed sweet and fair ; A mother brushing the tangles out From the silken, golden hair ; Two little tired satiny feet, From the shoe and the stocking free ; Two little palms together clasped At the mother’s patient knee.

Some baby words that are drowsily lisped In the tender Shepherd’s ear, And a kiss that only a mother can place On the brow of her baby dear ; A little round head that nestles at last Close to the mother’s breast, And then the lullaby, soft and low, Singing the song of rest.

And close and closer the blue-veined lids Are hiding the baby eyes, As over the road to Slutnbcrland The dear little traveller hies ; For this is the way, through mother’s arms, All dear little babies go To the beautiful Slumberland When the sun is sinking low. —Mary D. Brine, in Cambridge Tribune.

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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume 1, Issue 92, 27 April 1880

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THE ROAD TO SLUMBERLAND. Ashburton Guardian, Volume 1, Issue 92, 27 April 1880

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