by Aurelius Prudentius Clemens (348 - c413)
Translation by Helen Jane Waddell (1889 - 1965)

Language: English  after the Latin 
The toil of day is ebbing, 
The quiet comes again,
In slumber deep relaxing 
The limbs of tired men.

And minds with anguish shaken, 
And spirits racked with grief,
The cup of all forgetting 
Have drunk and found relief.

The still Lethean waters 
Now steal through every vein,
And men no more remember 
The meaning of their pain.

Let the weary body lie 
Sunk in slumber deep.
The heart shall still remember Christ 
In its very sleep.

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