Sleep sweet within this quiet room,
Keep closed thy yearnful eyes,
And let no mournful yesterday
Disturb thee ere thou rise.

Nor let tomorrow scare 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 feverish light:
The stars are watching overhead --
Sleep sweet! Good night! Good night!