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Show Ii ths Firel git The fire upon the hearth is low, And there is stillness everywhere; Like troubled spirits here and there Tho firelight shadows fluttering go, And as tho shadows round me creep, A childless treble breaks the plooin, And softly from a further room Comes: '-Now I lay me down to sleep." And, somehow, with that littlo prayer Aud that sweet treble in my ears, My thought ftoes oaek to distant years, And lingers with a dour one there: And as I hear the child's amen, My mother's faith comes back to me C'rouchod at her side I seem to be, And mother holds my hands again. Oh for on hour iu that deer place ! Oh for the peace of that dear time! Oh for that childish triiLt sublime! Oh. for a glimpse of mother's face! Yet, as tho shadows round me creep, I do not seem to be alone Sweet magic of that trembling tone And, "Now I lay me down to sleep!" Eucono Fusld. |