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,
Let one, most loving of you all,
Say, 'Not a tear must o'er her fall—
He giveth His beloved, sleep.'
—E. B. Browning.
GOD'S COMMANDS.
How gentle God's commands!