Lullaby

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LullabyNOW the day is done,Now the shepherd sunDrives his white flocks from the sky;Now the flowers restOn their mother’s breast,Hushed by her low lullaby.Now the glowworms glance,Now the fireflies dance,Under fern-boughs green and high;And the western breezeTo the forest treesChants a tuneful lullaby.Now ‘mid shadows deepFalls blessed sleep,Like dew from the summer sky;And the whole earth dreams,In the moon’s soft beams,While night breathes a lullaby.Now, birdlings, rest,In your wind-rocked nest,Unscared by the owl’s shrill cry;For with folded wingsLittle Brier swings,And singeth your lullaby.