And as they did that a wonderful thing was true. For now that the Great Black Hush had withdrawn to his new home, lo, all the swinging plaything balls were shining through space, and there was light. And the man and the woman and the child at the door of the first home looked in one another’s faces. And the man and the woman were afraid of the light and their look clung each to the other’s in that fear; but the Special Baby stretched out his little hands and tried to put the light in his mouth. “Don’t, dear,” said the woman, and her voice sounded quite natural. “Pay attention to me and not to the Baby,” said the man, and _his_ voice sounded quite natural, and very mighty, so that the woman obeyed--until the Special Baby wanted her again. And that was when she made her lullaby, and it was the first song:-- WIND SONG[B] Horn of the morning! And the little night pipings fail. The day is launched like a hollow ship With the sun for a sail. The way is wide and blue and lone With all its miles inviolate Save for the swinging stars we’ve sown And a thistle of cloud remote and blown. Oh, I passion for something nearer than these! How shall I know that this live thing is I With only the morning for proof and the sky? I long for a music more soft to its keys, For a touch that shall teach me the new sureties. Give me some griefs and some loyalties And a child’s mouth on my own! Lullaby, lullaby, Babe of the world, swing high, Swing low. I am a mother you never may know, But oh And oh, how long the wind will know you, With lullabies for the dead night through. Babe of the earth, as I blow ... Swing high, To touch at the sky, And at last lie low. Lullaby.... [B] Reproduced by permission of _The Craftsman_.