06 March 2013

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.


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