Thou hast been very kind!
“I do not think I have done so very much evil—
I did not mean it. ‘I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul’—just a little rude and uncivil—
Comrade, why dost thou weep?
“Oh! if human pity is so gentle and tender—
Good-night, good friends! ‘I lay me down to sleep!’—
Who from a Heavenly Father’s love needs a defender?
‘My soul to keep!’
“‘If I should die before I wake’—comrade, tell mother,