A song of sleep

Sleep, darling, sleep, the daylight

Dies down in the crimson west:

All nature folds her pinions

And sinks to quiet rest.

What though the world is cruel,

Cruel for you and me?

Sleep! and the great consoler

Shall set your spirit free.

Ah yes! I know the anguish

That tears and rends your heart,

How that from all life's gladness

You live far, far apart.

There is a God of Pity

And, love, `tis He knows best.

Leave all to His compassion

And rest, my dear one, rest!