GOOD-NIGHT.
Good-night, good-night, the day is done;
Rock, rock the cradle, little one;
The lamp is low, and low the sun,
Good-night!
Good-night, good-night, the Christmas bough
Bends to the rocking wind, and thou
To mother's ditty noddest now,
Good-night!
Good-night, good-night, the holy day
Bring baby sweets, and sweets alway!
Rock, rock—then, tiptoe, steal away,
Good-night!
H. S. M.
END OF BOOK III.
Transcriber's Notes:
A number of the poems contain archaic and varied spelling. This has been left as printed, with the exception of the following few printer errors:
Page [51]—nothin.' amended to nothin'.—"Jes sayin' nothin'. That was why ..."
Page [59]—joyfulst amended to joyful'st—"So, now is come our joyful'st feast,"