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• 1 2022-06-10T09:36:16-04:00 Cora J. Ball Moten, "A Lullaby" (1914) 2 plain 2022-06-10T09:37:36-04:00 10/01/1914
  
  Dusky lashes droop and fall,
  Night-winds whisper, night-birds call.
  Close your tired sleepy eyes,
  Earth is singing lullabies,
  Kindly twilight shadows creep
  O’er a world that longs for sleep,
  Little dusky babe of mine
  Close those sleepy eyes of thine,
  Mother’s love will softly keep 
  Watch above you while you sleep,
  Cruel hate and deadly wrong
  Cannot silence mother’s song
  Though against thy soft brown cheek
  She may hide her face and weep.
  Sleep, brown baby, while you may
  Peacefully, at close of day.
  Oh, that mother’s love could guard,
  Keep thee safe ‘neath watch and ward
  From the cruelly deadly things 
  That await thee while she sings.
  Prejudice and cold white hate:
  These, my baby, these, thy fate,
  Little, gentle, trustful thing, 
  Thus, these sobs, the while I sing. 
  
  Published in The Crisis. October 1914    
  Retyped by Christian Farrior