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DreamyJohn Bouknight

Sing Me to Sleep, Mother

Sing me to sleep, mother, Sing me to sleep, While shadows are falling Silent and deep O'er the dark palms that weep With dews of night. Whippoorwills are calling To you and me In their awkward flight From tree to tree. O mother, the owl is crying Through the black night, And fireflies are flying With golden light. Sing me to sleep, mother, Sing me to sleep,
DreamyJohn Bouknight

Sweet Verbenas

Your faces all familiar are, Sweet verbenas blooming fair. I love to come and watch you By the fountain here. Your white bloom like the winter snow And red of deepest hue, Your pink like sunset's early glow, And dark transcendant blue. Dear flowers, all, you remind me Of moments long gone by, Of childhood's happy hours Beneath a southern sky. For once in those dear days I made a flower bed Of sweet verbenas, like you dear, But now they all are dead.

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