A Lullaby

Do you recall an evening when — I think the hour was nearing nine — You climbed into my lap, and then Two sleepy eyes looked into mine; You smiled, contented with your lot, Your baby troubles all forgot; I sang a lullaby —your choice — You slept — to praise my crooning voice.

Do you recall a yesterday — I think the twilight lamps were lit — You came to me the same old way; But eyes were weary, brows were knit; A woman tired with Worldly care, You sought my lap and nestled there; I sang the same old lullaby, You slept—my voice became a prayer.