“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 juggler’s 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—