Evening is falling to sleep in the west, Lulling the golden-brown meadows to rest; Twinkle like diamonds the stars in the skies, Greeting the two little slumbering eyes. Sweetly sleep; Jesus doth keep; And Jesus will give His beloved ones sheep. Now all the flowers have gone to repose. Closed are the sweet cups of lily and rose; Blossoms rocked lightly on evening's mild breeze. Drowsily, dreamily swing in the trees. Sweetly sleep; Jesus will keep; And Jesus will give His beloved ones sleep. Sleep till the flowers shall open once more; Sleep till the lark in the morning shall soar; Sleep till the morning sun lighting the skies, Bids thee from sweet repose joyfully rise. Sweetly sleep; Jesus doth keep; And Jesus will give His beloved ones sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO EVENING by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) A CORN SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE COUNTRY FAITH by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE THE WILLOWS by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 114 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE OWL (1) by ALFRED TENNYSON |