Sleep Sweet

Sleep sweet within this quiet room,
   O thou, whoe'er thou art,
And let no mournful yesterdays
   Disturb thy peaceful heart.

Nor let tomorrow mar thy rest
   With dreams of coming ill:
Thy Maker is thy changeless friend,
   His love surrounds thee still.

Forget thyself and all the world,
   Put out each garish light:
The stars are shining overhead--
   Sleep sweet! Good night! Good night!

        ~ Ellen M. Huntington Gates