A Good Child

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day.

I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood.

And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.

My bed is waiting, cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair.

And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayers.

I know that til tomorrow I shall see the sun arise

No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly til I waken in the dawn

And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.