| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (18331908). An American Anthology, 17871900. 1900. |
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| 627. We Lay Us Down to Sleep |
| | | By Louise Chandler Moulton |
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| WE lay us down to sleep, | |
| And leave to God the rest: | |
| Whether to wake and weep | |
| Or wake no more be best. | |
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| Why vex our souls with care? | 5 |
| The grave is cool and low, | |
| Have we found life so fair | |
| That we should dread to go? | |
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| We ve kissed loves sweet, red lips, | |
| And left them sweet and red: | 10 |
| The rose the wild bee sips | |
| Blooms on when he is dead. | |
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| Some faithful friends we ve found; | |
| But they who love us best, | |
| When we are under ground, | 15 |
| Will laugh on with the rest. | |
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| No task have we begun | |
| But other hands can take; | |
| No work beneath the sun | |
| For which we need to wake. | 20 |
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| Then hold us fast, sweet Death, | |
| If so it seemeth best | |
| To Him who gave us breath | |
| That we should go to rest. | |
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| We lay us down to sleep; | 25 |
| Our weary eyes we close: | |
| Whether to wake and weep, | |
| Or wake no more, He knows. | |
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