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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.