Go To Thy Rest

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   Go to thy rest, fair child!
   Go to thy dreamless bed,
While yet so gentle, undefiled,
   With blessings on thy head.

   Fresh roses in thy hand,
   Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this dark and fearful land,
   Where flowers so quickly fade.

   Ere sin has seared the breast,
   Or sorrow waked the tear,
Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,
   In yon celestial sphere!

   Because thy smile was fair,
   Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy loving cradle-care
   Was such a dear delight,

   Shall love, with weak embrace,
   Thy upward wing detain?
No! gentle angel, seek thy place
   Amid the cherub train.

This work was published before January 1, 1923, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.