Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A HYMN OF SLEEP, by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE


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A HYMN OF SLEEP, by                    
First Line: Another day is dying
Last Line: And are asleep on jesu's breast.
Alternate Author Name(s): Cayzer, Charles
Subject(s): Cemeteries; Death - Children; Graves; Religion; Graveyards; Death - Babies; Tombs; Tombstones; Theology


I

ANOTHER day is dying
From out the golden year,
Mists in the valley lying
Proclaim that night is near,
And little ones go home to rest
With Jesus at each lowly breast.

II

While we whose thoughts are tying
Us earthward day by day,
Now doubting, now denying
The God who is our Stay,—
How can we lightly turn to rest,
Our love for Jesus unconfess'd?

III

When in the midnight sighing
For pity of our lot,
The worldly heart relying
On hopes that comfort not,—
How happier did we seek our rest,
All sorrow hush'd on Jesu's breast!

IV

And wide o'er all our crying
His dove-like wings are spread,
While Angel looms are plying
His peace about our bed:
Like little children, wholly blest,
In Jesu's arms we sink to rest.

V

Oh, fast our days are flying!
More fleetly as they speed!
Within the Churchyard lying
The many Christ hath freed:
These have but ta'en their final rest
And are asleep on Jesu's breast.





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