Sleep, darling, sleep, the daylight Dies down in the crimson west: All nature folds her pinions And sinks to quiet rest. What though the world is cruel, Cruel for you and me? Sleep! and the great consoler Shall set your spirit free. Ah yes! I know the anguish That tears and rends your heart, How that from all life's gladness You live far, far apart. There is a God of Pity And, love, `tis He knows best. Leave all to His compassion And rest, my dear one, rest!
- by Henry (Richard Charles) Somerset, Lord (1849 - 1932) [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Henry (Richard Charles) Somerset, Lord (1849 - 1932), "A song of sleep", published 1903. [text verified 1 time]
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Word count: 88