Quickly pales this harvest moon,
Life is all a jangled tune,
Wake not from youth's dreams too soon__
Hush, baby dear.
Toil may hurt you, by and by;
Joy bring heart break; laugh bring sigh__
Love bends low to soothe each cry.
Sleep, I am here!
IN youth's new years of sowing time,
All breezes blew with swing and rhyme;
And onward, upward was the climb.
What seas beyond those mountains lay;
What triumphs, and crown wreaths of bay,
Were mine, if dawned another day!
Ah me! Unnumbered days have passed,
And still uncrowned, unknown, at last
I journey down the hillside fast.
Snug in a home, my very own,
A wife to make lone hours less lone,
A little chi!d, bone of my bone.