And there they will do their ghostly will—

Hushaby, O my own!

Here by the sea, a mother croons

“Hushaby, sweet my own;”

In yonder castle a mother swoons

While the angels go down to the misty deep,

Bearing a little one fast asleep—

Hushaby, sweet my own!

[¹] From “A Little Book of Western Verse” (1889). Copyrighted by Eugene Field, and published by Charles Scribner’s Sons.