AS CHILDREN DO.

AS CHILDREN DO.
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Sometimes, when night is creeping down
And all the world about is dim,
And he must go to Sleepytown,
You lie down at the side of him
And whisper soothing little things
In childish words, such as you frame
To tell the sound of beetje wlugs
And how the firefly gets its flame.

And soon the world grows darker yot
And to the little fellow’s eyes et
Strange, hidden dangers now eset
The shadow places in the skies;
But you speak low and comforting
And tell him none of them are there,
That near him is not anything
But what is good and klud and fair.

Then trembling come his little hands
Out through the dark and find your face,
As though by touch he understands
That he is in the safest place; me
And so with fingers on your cheek
He sighs contentedly to sleep- ok
And you, you may not oven speak,
So very, very still you keep.

Then trembling come his little hands
Out through the dark and find your face,
As though by touch he understands
That he is in the safest place;
And so with fingers on your cheek
He sighs contentedly to sleep-
And you, you may not oven speak,
So very, very still you keep.

Sometime you, as a little child.
Shell fare into an unknown night
And shall yearn for the stars that smiled
With all their soothing, drowsy light;
-And you, as little children do,
May grope out through the darks of space
And sigh in peace to sleep, when you
At last have touched your father’s face.
-Wilbur D.-Nesbit