EVENSONG.
Fair nasturtiums, gold and red, Hang above my baby's cradle ; Shines the soft moon overhead, Dipping like a silver ladle In'a green and purple bed. Sleep, my sweet one! Peace around thee, Moon above and mother nigh ; Here where naught but love has found thee, How can aught but rest surround thee? Here riot even zephyrs sigh*. Utter calm is m the air. Purple stocks and wallflowers homely, Stately palms and pansies fair, Droop a little, asking dumbly For the rain, that fresh and comely They to-morrow's sun may dare. Floating up come odors sweet-*-Prayers that flowers say at bedtime! Praise for rest from noontide heat, Rest for -all at evening's red time : Still, light hand, and restless feet! Sleep, wee sweetheart, sleep is kind ; Gently now her grey wings hover, To thy life as, to my mind Bringing rest, now day is over. Baby, sleep ! Thy bed is lined With love, and mother is thy lover. —Rosamond Benham.
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Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10963, 4 May 1907, Page 2 (Supplement)
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160EVENSONG. Poverty Bay Herald, Volume XXXIV, Issue 10963, 4 May 1907, Page 2 (Supplement)
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