Lullaby

From The Sun, September 13, 1914. By McLandburgh Wilson.

Europe’s lands are filled with soldiers,
    Only one is safe and nigh;
Go to sleep, my little baby,
    Ere the bolts of battle fly
And destroy the magic country
    Where the Sand Man’s beaches lie.
        Hushaby!

Europe’s clouds are filled with fighting,
    Only one is safe to try;
Go to sleep, my little baby,
    Ere the navies of the sky
Shall destroy the sunset towers
    Marking Sleepytown on high.
        Hushaby!

Europe’s seas are red with conquest,
    Only one no foe may spy;
Go to sleep, my little baby,
    Ere the warships grim reply
And awake the drowsy waters
    Where the Slumber sea makes sigh.
        Hushaby!