Lord, when on my bed I lie, Sleepless, unto Thee I'll cry; When my brain works overmuch, Stay the wheels with Thy soft touch. Just a quiet thought of Thee, And of Thy sweet charity, -- Just a little prayer, and then I will turn to sleep again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 64 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TWO GRANDMOTHERS by IRENE ARCHER THE SHEPHERD'S CONTENT by RICHARD BARNFIELD THE LIMNAD by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN TO CUPID, A FOOLISH POET, OCCASION'D BY AS FOOLISH A POEM OF HIS ... by CHARLES COTTON LIFE'S SECRETS by ELIZA TIMBERLAKE DAVIS |