Virna Sheard

(1865-1943 / Ontario)

At Midnight - Poem by Virna Sheard

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Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord,
And let us sleep;
Give us our portion of forgetfulness,
Silent and deep.

Lay Thou Thy quiet hand upon our eyes
To close their sight;
Shut out the shining of the moon and stars
And candle-light.

Keep back the phantoms and the visions sad,
The shades of grey,
The fancies that so haunt the little hours
Before the day.

Quiet the time-worn questions that are all
Unanswered yet,
Take from the spent and troubled souls of us
Their vain regret;

And lead us far into Thy silent land,
That we may go
Like children out across the field o' dreams
Where poppies blow.

So all Thy saints--and all Thy sinners too--
Wilt Thou not keep,
Since not alone unto Thy well-beloved
Thou givest sleep?


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 30, 2010



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