THE WHITE -BEAR 85 



SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP 



SLEEP, baby, sleep ! 

 Thy father watches his sheep ; 

 Thy mother is shaking the dreamland tree, 

 And down falls a little dream on thee 

 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 



Sleep, baby, sleep ! 

 The large stars are the sheep ; 

 The little stars are the lambs, I guess, 

 And the bright moon is the shepherdess 

 Sleep, baby, sleep ! 



THE WHITE BEAR 



THERE was once a beautiful woman named 

 Callisto. She was dearly loved by Jupiter. 



She had a dear little son called Areas. He 

 was her pride and joy. 



But still she loved the forests and the woods, 

 the trees and the birds, almost as much. 



With her dogs at her heels, and her quiver of 



