Lullaby.

The maple strews the embers of its leaves O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves; And the moody cricket falters in his cry—Baby-bye!— And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky—Baby-bye!— The lid of night is falling o'er the sky! The rose is lying pallid, and the cup Of the frosted calla-lily folded up; And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh—Baby-bye!— O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie—Baby-bye!— O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie! Yet, Baby—O my Baby, for your sake This heart of mine is ever wide awake, And my love may never droop a drowsy eye—Baby-bye!— Till your own are wet above me when I die—Baby-bye!— Till your own are wet above me when I die.