Various, The Nursery, February 1878, Vol…
“ With the lullaby shall seem still to soothe and bless your dream. Lullaby, oh, lullaby! stars are lighting in the sky; All the sunshine of the day like yourself is tired of play: Tell me, are the sunbeams there in that dreamland bright and fair? Bring them back, my baby, then, when you wake to earth again. Sweetly on her mother's breast sinks the little one to rest. By-low time is sweeter far than all the hours of play-time are: So thinks baby, so think I, as we sing our lullaby, Rocking gently to and fro, chanting softly, chanting low. ”
