Indian Slumber Song
Sleep thy first sleep, little hunter, While the lake still burns, Homo flit the winking fireflies now, The clucking loon returns, The young moon cradles dim his sire
In arms that will not fall, And “Go-to-slcep-all” I hear an owl Call, and call.
Sleep soft in tby moss, little hunter And grow then strong to run, A night wind ruffles now the stars, The peepers’ watch is done, Dawn soon will beckon the dreamers in, So slumber deep, before Thy sleepy mother rocks the nest No more, no more. T. Morris Longstreth.
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Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6917, 24 May 1929, Page 11
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95Indian Slumber Song Manawatu Times, Volume LIV, Issue 6917, 24 May 1929, Page 11
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