LITTLE CHILD HEART, SLEEP.
By Ethel Maude Colson
Dear little child heart, sleep and rest
Here on my tender mother's breast. Outside of our windows the night winds wail,
And the sea birds whirl in the wintry gale; But here, in my bosom, is peaceful calm,
And love shall shelter thee safe from harm; In gladness for thee shall the morrow dawn,
And the day be joyous, so slumber on. Morning is coming — now sleep is best;
Dear little child heart, sleep and rest. Dear little child heart, sleep and rest,
There on the kind earth's mother breast. Outside of thy haven the blast is cold,
And black night is abroad on the icy wold; But there, in thy shelter, 'tis safe and warm,
And love shall shield thee from wind and storm. No more for thee shall earth's morrow dawn,
And the day be joyous, but still — sleep on. Morning is coming — and God knows best —
Dear little child heart, sleep and rest.
— Ethel Maude Colson.