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Chapter 45: Now I Lay Me.

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About This Book

A collection of short, illustrated verses that portray infants and toddlers in familiar domestic scenes—play, naps, mealtimes, mischief, outings, and simple fantasies. Each poem uses rhythmic, child-friendly language to celebrate sensory details, family relationships, and small adventures, often observing twins, siblings, neighborhood babies, and everyday mishaps like jam on the face or rainy-day confinement. The volume reads like a series of affectionate snapshots aimed at entertaining and soothing young readers and caregivers.

Now I Lay Me.

Folded hands so soft and white,

Baby kneels at mama’s knee;

Gleams the flick’ring firelight

On his face and golden hair.

“Ev’rybody hush,” says he,

“Baby wants to say his prayer.”

“Now I lay me down to sleep,

Tell me if I say it right,

I can’t ’member ‘soul to keep’;

I’m so sleepy on my knees,

I can only say to-night,

God bless ev’rybody please.”