In the Bright Land, that forever is Spring.
O soft, little feet, lie still in the wrap,
For ten little toes are needing a nap;
One little hand reaches up for a kiss;
Baby can’t sleep without mother’s caress!
But mother is worn and weary to-night,
Go to sleep, baby, till morning is bright.
Mother wakes easy; don’t fear if she nod;
For nobody loves like mother and God.
