Lullaby: A Poem

"LOVE THY NEIGHBOR AS THYSELF." 861 ing more than sufficient for the reasonable needs of himself and his dependents, that man is blessed who in addition thereto, upon needful occasions,does not hesitate to use part or all of that excess to make easier or more successful the journey of another, or dedicates it to the lasting happiness of mankind in general. Ogden, Utah. Lullaby. The big boats sail through the Golden Gate, (0 it's close your eyes, my dearie!) But it's down at the Fisherman's Wharf we wait, Where the little boats come with their scaly freight, Tugged by the fishermen weary; Fishermen rugged and cheery. For its swish, swish, ever goes the sea, And its fish, fish, ever for you and me— Bread for me and dearie, So close your eyes, my dearie. The big boat's people could never know, (0 it's slumber long, my dearie!) A happier heart-beat than I who go Where the little boats come in the early glow, To the arms of my fisherman weary; Fisherman loving and cheery. For it's swish, swish, ever goes the sea, And it's fish, fish, ever for you and me— Bread for me and dearie, And love for me and dearie! Kate Thomas.