Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Florence B Price To my little son
In your face I sometimes see
shadowings of the man to be
Florence B Price Travels’ End
Oh, bed of mine in my mother’s house
With sleep that was dreamy peace
Samuel Coleridge Taylor Thou hast bewitched me, Beloved
…Till I am weaker than water,
Water that drips from the fountain
Through thy white tapering fingers.
Samuel Coleridge-Taylor Thou art risen, my Beloved
Turn again unto my bosom
I would have it night forever!
Herbert Hughes Carol of Jesus Child
Byby, lullay
Cyril Scott The Unforeseen
I did not dream the song-thrush would rejoice,
And I but weep.
Florence Aylward Aspiration
The eaglet soars toward the sun, and knows no fear
Florence Aylward The window
The window by Walter Grogan Sweet maid, fair maid, open the window See, here we wait, the morn and I Eager to greet maiden so sweet So shyly sweet, so …
Joseph Eidson Good and Bad Children
Cruel children, crying babies
all grow up as geese and gabies.
Hated, as their age increases
by their nephews and their nieces.
Joseph Eidson The Land of Nod
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day.
Nor can remember plain and clear
the curious music that I hear.
Rebecca Clarke Shy One
To an isle in the water
With her would I go.