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XXXIV. GOING TO BED.
“It is time to go to bed.”
Oh! how soon the words are spoken,
Oh! how sweet a spell is broken
When those words of fate are said—
“It is time to go to bed.”
Oh! how soon the words are spoken,
Oh! how sweet a spell is broken
When those words of fate are said—
“It is time to go to bed.”
Is it time to go to bed?
Surely bed awhile can wait
Till the pleasant tale is read
At our Father's knee; how cheery
Burns the fire! we are not weary;
Why should it be time for bed,
Just because the clock strikes eight?
Surely bed awhile can wait
Till the pleasant tale is read
At our Father's knee; how cheery
Burns the fire! we are not weary;
Why should it be time for bed,
Just because the clock strikes eight?
While they talk, let us be hiding
Just behind the great arm-chairs;
It may be they will forget us,
It may be that they will let us
Stay to supper, stay to prayers;
Go at last with them upstairs,
Hand in hand, with Father, Mother;
Kisses given, and good-nights' said,
'T will be time for Sister, Brother,
Time for Me to go to bed!
Just behind the great arm-chairs;
It may be they will forget us,
It may be that they will let us
Stay to supper, stay to prayers;
Go at last with them upstairs,
Hand in hand, with Father, Mother;
Kisses given, and good-nights' said,
'T will be time for Sister, Brother,
Time for Me to go to bed!
Dora Greenwell.
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