Sleep

Sleep, when a soul that her own clouds cover

Wails that sorrow should always keep

Watch, nor see in the gloom above her

  Sleep,

Down, through darkness naked and steep,

Sinks, and the gifts of his grace recover

Soon the soul, though her wound be deep.

God beloved of us, all men's lover,

All most weary that smile or weep

Feel thee afar or anear them hover,

  Sleep.