At Midnight
Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord, And let us sleep; Give us our portion of forgetfulness, Silent and deep. Lay Thou Thy quiet hand upon our eyes To close their sight; Shut out the shining of the moon and stars And candle-light. Keep back the phantoms and the visions sad, The shades of grey, The fancies that so haunt the little hours Before the day. Quiet the time-worn questions that are all Unanswered yet, Take from the spent and troubled souls of us Their vain regret; And lead us far into Thy silent land, That we may go Like children out across the field o' dreams Where poppies blow. So all Thy saints - and all Thy sinners too - Wilt Thou not keep, Since not alone unto Thy well-beloved Thou givest sleep?
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"Turn Thou the key upon our thoughts, dear Lord,..."
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