His sand will never make you blind,
But only close your eyes, you'll find.

He's like a dear and gentle friend:
His pleasant task it is to send
Sweet dreams to follow playtime's end.

I've stayed up late, and tried to see
The Sandman passing close to me--
I've been as still as still could be.

But he is quicker than a wink!
He didn't give me time to think,
But made me yawn and stretch and blink.

He buried me so deep in sand
I dropped right into Slumberland--
Though _how_ I cannot understand!


--_Written for Dew Drops by Rose Ralph._




The Eastern Mail

By MAY G. MOOAR