What does God give to those who wake?
His angels sit beside the beds
Of such as rest beneath his care.
Unweariedly their post they take,
They wave their wings to fan the air,
They cool the brow and stroke the hair,—
God comes himself to those who wake.
To fevered eyes that cannot close,
To hearts o’erburdened with their lot,
He comes to soothe, to heal, to slake;