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 Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott 
						Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun
 Drives his white flocks from the sky;
 Now the flowers rest
 On their mother's breast,
 Hushed by her low lullaby.
 
 Now the glowworms glance,
 Now the fireflies dance,
 Under fern-boughs green and high;
 And the western breeze
 To the forest trees
 Chants a tuneful lullaby.
 
 Now 'mid shadows deep
 Falls blessed sleep,
 Like dew from the summer sky;
 And the whole earth dreams,
 In the moon's soft beams,
 While night breathes a lullaby.
 
 Now, birdlings, rest,
 In your wind-rocked nest,
 Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
 For with folded wings
 Little Brier swings,
 And singeth your lullaby.
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