In the Night

Sleep, O my little ones, sleep. Safe till the daylight be breaking . . . We have long vigils to keep, Harvests to sow while you sleep. Fair for the hour of your waking, Ripe for your sickles to reap.

Sleep, O my little ones, sleep. Yours is the golden To-morrow, Yours are the hands that will reap Dreams that we sow while you sleep. Fed with our hope and our sorrow, Rich with the tears that we weep.