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...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN A MAN CHILD IS BORN (1809) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HILDRUP TUBBS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |