The Poetry Corner

Slumber Song

By Arthur Macy

Gently fall the shadows gray, Daylight softly veiling; Now to Dreamland we'll away, Sailing, sailing, sailing. Little eyes were made for sleeping, Little heads were made for rest, Golden locks were made for keeping Close to mother's breast; Little hands were made for folding, Little lips should never sigh; What dear mother's arms are holding, Love alone can buy. Gently fall the shadows gray, Daylight softly veiling; Now to Dreamland we'll away, Sailing, sailing, sailing.