Night after Night

Night after night we dauntlessly embark On slumber’s stream, in whose deep waves are drowned Sorrow and care, and with all senses bound Drift for a while beneath the sombre arc Of that full circle made of light and dark Called life, yet have no fear, and know refound Lost consciousness shall be, even at the sound Of the first warble of some early lark Or touch of sunbeam. Oh, and why not then Lie down to our last sleep, still trusting Him Who guided us so oft through shadows dim, Believing somewhere on our sense again Some lark’s sweet note, some golden beam, shall break, And with glad voices cry, “Awake! awake!”