TN the soft, still night, 



* Ere sweet sleep has sealed the eyes, 



When fond thoughts sing light 



Their delicious lullabies, 

 I would tune Love s song 



Thy reluctant heart to win, 

 To the soft, caressing music 

 Of the Spanish mandolin. 



Safe in Love s arms lie, 



By his happy songs caressed; 

 For the stars and I 



Ever sentinel thy rest. 

 May through all thy dreams 



Run a melody, akin 

 To the soft, caressing music 



Of my Spanish mandolin ! 



