|SLEEPY LITTLE SONGSTERS
Sleepy little songsters, sleepy,
In the sheltering nests alighting,
Hiding 'mid the branches leafy;
Only rivulets are sighing;
Silent now the forest sombre;
Sleep o'er garden flowers is lying;
See the swan o'er waters glideth,
Slowly to the reeds retreating;
Angel peace with thee abideth;
Sleep my sweeting.
O'er the elfin night campestral
Flows the moon's effulgent beaming,
Weaves a harmony celestial;
Sweet thy dreaming.