Eugene Field
Last Lines
And "Now I lay me down to sleep!"
And that sweet song, dear little brook!
As you go balow, my wee, wee croodlin' doo!
Comes stealing; comes creeping.
New! Jest 'fore Christmas be as good as yer kin be!
March in and make merry with trumpet and drum!
New! My only tribute, Christ, my King!
New! My watching will not be in vain.
New! The Christ that saveth all and me!
The time when we are both too old to play the game of "Booh!"
New! The universal hymn of love.
New! Therefore little children sing.
New! Thou shalt hear the Master calling.
New! Unto our King in Bethlehem!
New! What blood redeemeth you and me!
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