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Pacific Press Publishing Company · Oakland, California · Apr 23, 1894

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 20, No. 25.

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BEDTIME.

'Tis bedtime; say your hymn, and bid good-night. God bless mamma, papa, and dear ones all; Your half-shut eyes beneath your eyelids fall; Another minute you will shut them quite. Yes, I will carry you, put out the light, And tuck you up, although you are so tall? What will you give me, sleepy one, and call My wages, if I settle you all right? I laid her golden curls upon my arm, I drew her little feet within my hand; Her rosy palms were joined in trustfulness; Her heart next mine beat gently, soft, and warm; She nestled to me, and, by love's command, Paid me my precious wages,—"baby's kiss." —Selected.