The lullaby song I have sung long before.

"The song which has sung their own mother to rest,
The song which hushed _me_ on _my_ dear mother's breast,
The song which belongs to the years long gone past,
But which _mother_-love thro' all time will hold fast

"And now comes a day when another fair bride
From babyhood grown, stands so proudly beside
The man of her choice; and her sweet eyes of blue
Are glowing with happiness tender and true.

"Within Grandma's arms for a moment she stands,
Then bows her bright head 'neath the trembling old hands
Uplifted to bless her, as Grandma's heart prays
That heaven may keep her thro' long sunny days.

"To father and mother sweet kisses of love,
And prayers that God send truest peace from above;
Thus 'mid the farewells that are merry, yet sad,
My grandchild has entered _her_ new life so glad.

* * * * *

"And lo! on this night while old Grandma is sitting
Alone in the gloaming, while moments are flitting
And bearing on wings that are sure and so fast
The year that now _is_, to the years that are past--

[Illustration: "_'Mid the farewells that are merry yet sad_"]