THE SAND MAN.
EACH night a man goes round our town,
And into eyes of blue and brown,
He sprinkles, with a careful hand,
The finest, softest grains of sand.
Then as sweet blossoms close at night,
O’er shining eyes fall curtains white;
For all these precious grains of sand
Are gathered up in Slumber Land.
’Tis there the peaceful river gleams
Where children sail in happy dreams;
The Sand Man takes them in his boat,
So off my little pet must float.
Myra Goodwin Plantz.
TEDDY AND MARGARET CLIMBED INTO THE STRANGE WAGON.