"Sleep soft, beloved!” we sometimes say But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eyelids creep: But never doleful dreams again O earth, so full of dreary noises! His dews drop mutely on the hill, Ay, men may wonder while they scan For me, my heart that erst did go Would now its wearied vision close, Would childlike on His love repose, Who "giveth His beloved sleep." And friends, dear friends - when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me, LITTLE MATTIE. DEAD? Thirteen a month ago! Short and narrow her life's walk. Lover's love she could not know Even by a dream or talk: |