The Wife's Watch.

Sleep on, my darling, sleep on,     I am keeping watch by your side,     I have drawn in the curtains close,     And banished the world outside;     Rest as the reaper may rest,     When the harvest work is done     Rest as the soldier may rest,     When the victor's work is won.     You smile in your happy sleep:     Are the children with you now?     Sweet baby Willie, so early called,     And Nellie with thoughtful brow,     And May, our loving daughter.     Ah, the skies grew dark, my love,     When the sunshine of her presence     Vanished to Heaven above.     While you're resting, my darling,     I dream of the shadowy hour,     When one of us looks the last     On the light of its household bower,     Then a sad sigh heaves my breast,     And tears from my eyelids burst,     As I ask of the future dim,     "Which shall be summoned first?"     Sometimes I pray in terror     That you may be first to go,     Never again to sorrow,     Or to feel one throb of woe,     Beyond the mists of the river,     Where mystic shadows weave,     I have no fears, my beloved,     In One we both believe.     But I, oh I so lonely,     Could I look as I look now,     If this was thy last long sleep,     The ice of death on thy brow;     In sight of the holy angels,     I offer my earnest plea,     I cry to my God and pray,     "If one goes first, take me."     Our lives have been happy dear,     I fancy the tears we shed,     By our lost children's coffins.     On faces white and dead,     Are counted as dew drops now,     On the flowers early sown     In the gardens of Paradise,     The Lord's, and still our own.     So we'll leave the future dim,     Take the sunshine as we go,     And when we come to the brink,     Where black waves ebb and flow,     We'll trust the voice which summons,     The love that has ever kept,     To fold in his arms one taken,     To lead by His hand one left.