The Poetical Works of Jonathan E. Hoag/For Martha's Babies
For Martha's Babies
Sleep, my little babies, sleep!
Your mother her vigil will keep.
In your little, frail bed of roses,
You shall dream when the long day closes.
Sleep, my little babies, sleep!
Your mother her vigil will keep.
In your little, frail bed of roses,
You shall dream when the long day closes.
Sleep, my little babies, sleep!
1919