Sleep, my dear one, sleep: What though men laugh, what though men weep? What though the wind and rain Murmur their rapture or their pain? Love watches over thee Like the still moon above the sea. Sleep, my dear one, sleep: What though men toil, what though they reap? What though the devious days Lead radiant lives in darkened ways? Sorrow is not for thee, Soul of my soul and heart of me. Sleep, my dear one, sleep: Time in its tenderness shall keep Thy sweetly budding soul In its divinely wise control; Hope sings its song for thee, Hope that is now and yet to be. Sleep, my dear one, sleep: The hours move fast, they rush, they leap; Red sunrise, then the noon-- A life is lived and lost so soon! May fate be kind to thee, Soul of my soul and heart of me. |