When the wounded in hospital came to die, said a British officer, their last request in many cases was for the prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep." When my sun of life is low, When the dewy shadows creep, Say for me before I go "Now I lay me down to sleep." I am at the journey's end, I have sown and I must reap; There are no more ways to mend— Now I lay me down to sleep. Nothing more to doubt or dare, Nothing more to give or keep; Say for me the children's prayer, "Now I lay me down to sleep." Who has learned along the way— Primrose path or stony steep— More of wisdom than to say, "Now I lay me down to sleep"? What have you more wise to tell When the shadows round me creep? All is over, all is well.... Now I lay me down to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES SMOTHERED FIRES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CORNUCOPIA OF RED AND GREEN COMFITS by AMY LOWELL CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR CAMOMILE TEA by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WHEN I WAS A BIRD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |