WHEN THE LILIES GO TO SLEEP.
WHEN the shadows softly creep
Over meadow grasses deep,
Waterlilies go to sleep.
In the sunlight all the day,
Tired little folks are they;
Now the shadows they obey.
Wrap them close in mantles queer,
And shut their eyes without a fear,
Knowing God is very near.
Sunny-hearted flowerets white,
Sleeping sweetly through the night,
Till the coming of the light!
When the lilies go to sleep,
God will through the shadows deep,
Little children safely keep.
Christian Weekly