 Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Tony. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rock nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for the folded wings, like briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Barbara Clements. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rock nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by David Lawrence. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rock nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Ellie. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rock nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Iswa, in Belgium, in October 2009. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Glenn Simonson, in Omaha, Nebraska. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Mrs. Heather Dalton. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Karen Davis, October 8th, 2009. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Kristen Hughes. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Kim Stish. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Leanne Howlett. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Reagan Notation. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain. Lullaby by Louisa May Alcott, read for Librebox.org by Sarah. Now the day is done, now the shepherd's son drives his white flocks from the sky. Now the flowers rest on their mother's breast, hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, now the fireflies dance, under fern boughs green and high, and the western breeze to the forest trees chants a tuneful lullaby. Now midshadows deep falls blessed sleep, like dew from the summer sky, and the whole earth dreams in the moon's soft beams, while night breathes a lullaby. Now birdlings rest in your wind-rocked nest, unscared by the owl's shrill cry, for with folded wings, little briar swings, and singeth your lullaby. End of poem, this recording is in the public domain.