--- title: Improvement Era description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930. authors: - Thomas, Kate collections: - periodicals tags: - magazine - improvement-era periodical: Improvement Era volume: 14 number: 10 published: 1911-08 publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations publisher_place: Salt Lake City language: en type: magazine reference: 'Kate Thomas, "Lullaby: A Poem," *Improvement Era* 14, no. 10 (August 1911): 861.' source: url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera14010unse transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers. identifier: improvementera14010unse start_page: 861 end_page: 861 rights: status: public-domain basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1911-08) source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera14010unse publication_year: 1911 note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1911, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright. --- # 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.