Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, <br />The evening shades are falling,-- <br />Hush thee, my dear, dost thou not hear <br />The voice of the Master calling? <br /> <br />Deep lies the snow upon the earth, <br />But all the sky is ringing <br />With joyous song, and all night long <br />The stars shall dance, with singing. <br /> <br />Oh, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, <br />And close thine eyes in dreaming, <br />And angels fair shall lead thee where <br />The singing stars are beaming. <br /> <br />A shepherd calls his little lambs, <br />And he longeth to caress them; <br />He bids them rest upon his breast, <br />That his tender love may bless them. <br /> <br />So, hush thee, little Dear-my-Soul, <br />Whilst evening shades are falling, <br />And above the song of the heavenly throng <br />Thou shalt hear the Master calling.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-eve-16/
