Now the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky.
Now the darkness gathers,
Stars begin to peep,
Birds and beasts and flowers
Soon will be asleep.
Jesu, give the weary
Calm and sweet repose;
With thy tenderest blessing
May our eyelids close.
...
For Night and Morning
THOU that once, on mother’s knee,
Wast a little one like me,
When I wake or go to bed
Lay thy hands about my head:
Let me feel thee very near,
Jesus Christ, our Saviour dear.
Be beside me in the light,
Close by me through all the night;
Make me gentle, kind, and true,
Do what mother bids me...
The TATTOO 1 beats,—the lights are gone,
The camp around in slumber lies,
The night with solemn pace moves on,
The shadows thicken o’er the skies;
But sleep my weary eyes hath flown,
And sad, uneasy thoughts arise.
I think of thee, O darling one,
Whose love my early life hath blest—
Of thee and him—our baby son—...
I Cannot make him dead!
His fair sunshiny head
Is ever bounding round my study chair;
Yet when my eyes, now dim
With tears, I turn to him,
The vision vanishes,—he is not there!
I walk my parlor floor,
And, through the open door,
I hear a footfall on the chamber stair;
I ’m stepping toward the...
The Summer sun was sinking
With a mild light, calm and mellow;
It shone on my little boy’s bonnie cheeks,
And his loose locks of yellow.
The robin was singing sweetly,
And his song was sad and tender;
And my little boy’s eyes, while he heard the song,
Smiled with a sweet, soft splendor.
My little boy lay on my bosom...
Vous n'avez rien compris à ma simplicité,
Rien, ô ma pauvre enfant !
Et c'est avec un front éventé, dépité
Que vous fuyez devant.
Vos yeux qui ne devaient refléter que douceur,
Pauvre cher bleu miroir
Ont pris un ton de fiel, ô lamentable soeur,
Qui nous fait mal à voir.
Et vous gesticulez avec vos petits bras
Comme un héros méchant,...
Bliss is the plaything of the child —
The secret of the man
The sacred stealth of Boy and Girl
Rebuke it if we can
LORD, lead my heart to learn;
Prepare my ears to hear;
And let me useful knowledge seek,
In thy most holy fear.
If unforgiven sin
Within my bosom lies,
Or evil motives linger there
T' offend thy perfect eyes,—
Remove them...
SLEEP, dearest, long and sweet,
With smile upon thy brow,
Thy restless, tottering feet,
Are surely weary now,
Trotting about all day
Upon the nursery-floor,
Or happier still to play
Among the wild flowers gay
Beside thy father's door.
...
The Child's faith is new —
Whole — like His Principle —
Wide — like the Sunrise
On fresh Eyes —
Never had a Doubt —
Laughs — at a Scruple —
Believes all sham
But Paradise —
Credits the World —
Deems His Dominion
Broadest of Sovereignties —
...
