‘He giveth His beloved sleep.’
For me, my heart that erst did go
Most like a tired child at a show,
That sees through tears the mummers leap,
Would now its wearied vision close,
Would childlike on His love repose,
Who giveth His beloved sleep.
And, friends, dear friends,—when it shall be
That this low breath is gone from me,
And round my bier ye come to weep,