Slumber Songs
I
Sleep, little eyesThat brim with childish tears amid thy play,Be comforted! No grief of night can weighAgainst the joys that throng thy coming day.
Sleep, little heart!There is no place in Slumberland for tears:Life soon enough will bring its chilling fearsAnd sorrows that will dim the after years.Sleep, little heart!
II
Ah, little eyesDead blossoms of a springtime long ago,That life’s storm crushed and left to lie belowThe benediction of the falling snow!
Sleep, little heartThat ceased so long ago its frantic beat!The years that come and go with silent feetHave naught to tell save this—that rest is sweet.Dear little heart.