A Celebration of Women Writers

"A Lullaby." by Norah M. Holland (1876-1925)
From: Spun-Yarn And Spindrift. by Norah M. Holland. London & Toronto: J. M. Dent & Sons; New York: E. P. Dutton & Co., 1918, p. 24.

Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom

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LITTLE brown feet, that have grown so weary,
  Plodding on through the heat of day,
Mother will hold you, mother will fold you
Safe to her breast; little feet, rest;
  Now is the time to cease from play.

Little brown hands, that through day's long hours
  Never rested, be still at last;
Mother will rest you; come, then, and nest you
Here by her side, nestle and hide;
  Creep to her heart and hold it fast.

Little brown head, on my shoulder lying,
  Night is coming and day is dead;
Mother will sing you songs, that shall bring you
Childhood's soft sleep, quiet and deep;
  Sweet be your dreams, O dear brown head.

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Editor: Mary Mark Ockerbloom