AT SINGING TIME* BY ANNE P. L. FIELD I have a little daughter Who's scarcely half-past three And in the twilight hour She climbs upon my knee And snuggles down within my arm With "Mother, sing to me!" The light grows faint, and fainter; But if the singing stops, she cries, "O Mother, sing some more!" I'm sure no prima-donna Adored from East to West, Feels half the satisfaction, As I, when singing to my child Not all the fame and glory With that deep thrill of pleasure * By permission of "The Independent." JAPANESE LULLABY * BY EUGENE FIELD Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,- Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging- Away out yonder I see a star, Silvery star with a tinkling song; To the soft dew falling I hear it calling- In through the window a moonbeam comes,— Up from the sea there floats the sob Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more. But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,- CRADLE SONG BY THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH Ere the moon begins to rise All the blue bells close their eyes - Thine, dear, thine! Birds are sleeping in the nest Thus, against the mother-breast So sleep thou, Sleep, sleep, thou! GO SLEEP, MA HONEY BY EDWARD D. BARKER Whipp'will's singin' to de moon, Go sleep, ma honey, m m. He sing a pow'ful mo'nful tune, Go sleep, ma honey, m-m. De day bird's sleepin' on his nes', He know it time to take a res', An' he gwine ter do his lebel bes', Go sleep, ma honey, m m. Old banjo's laid away, Go sleep, ma honey, mm. Go sleep, ma honey, m— m. I hear de night win' in de corn,- Dey's a ghos' out dah, sure's yo born,— But he dassent come where we keep a light, So sink to res', des be all right,- A SUMMER LULLABY BY E. S. BUMSTEAD The sun has gone from the shining skies; Bye, baby, bye, |