A good boy

I woke before the morning,

I was happy all the day,

I never said an ugly word,

but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun

is going down behind the wood,

And I am very happy,

for I know that I've been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh,

with linen smooth and fair,

And I must off to sleep again,

and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till tomorrow

I shall see the sun arise,

No ugly dream shall fright my mind,

no ugly sight my eyes,

But slumber hold me tightly

till I waken in the dawn,

And hear the thrushes singing

in the lilacs round the lawn.