Sleep

Soft music in the evening,
Coming to my ear.
From the near-by rushes,
Sweet tones I can hear.

Birds cooing to each other,
The sun sinks in the west.
The day has made them weary,
And now they go to rest.

Nestled in a quiet place,
They lull me as I keep.
In tune...unto my God above,
While I go to sleep.

Peace forever wraps me,
That no feet of death.
Can creep along beside me,
While I draw my breath.

May sweet dreams come stealing,
With whisperings in my ear.
And ever in my drifting,
Let me soft music hear.


E.P. 1908 - 1989