Shut close the wearied eyes, O Sleep!
So close no dreams may come between,
Of all the sorrows they have seen;
Too long, too sad, their watch hath been.
Be faithful, Sleep:
Lest they should wake-remembering;
Lest they should wake, and waking weep,
O Sleep, sweet Sleep!
Clasp close the wearied hands, O Rest!
Poor hands, so thin and feeble grown