Children Poems

  FALLING TO SLEEP.

  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 sleep.

Now all the flowers have gone to repose, 

Closed are the sweet cups of lily and rose; 

Blossoms rock lightly on evening's mild breeze, 

Drowsily, dreamily swinging the trees.

Sweetly sleep; Jesus doth 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.

From, the German.