Good Night

Sleep sweetly in this quiet room,
 0 thou, whoe'er thou art,
And let no mournful yesterday
 Disturb thy quiet heart.
 Nor till tomorrow mar 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 sweetly then, good-night.

 ELLEN M. HUNTINGTON GATES