Sleep Sweet

Ellen M. Huntington Gates

 

Sleep sweet within this quiet room,

O thou, who’er thou art,

And let no mournful yesterdays

Disturb thy peaceful heart.

 

Nor let tomorrow mar thy rest

With dreams of coming ill:

Thy Maker is thy changeless friend,

His love surrounds thee still.

 

Forget thyself and all the world,

Put out each garish light:

The stars are shining overhead—

Sleep sweet! Goodnight! Goodnight!