REST

REST

As a little child I comeTo be gathered to your breastSo tired that my lips are dumb,So sad that my warm heart is numb:Belovèd, let me rest.Oh, how all the noises die,All the cruel voices cease,I can sleep when you are by,And I am too faint to cry:Here at last is peace.Hold me, nurse me, love me ... so ...Almost I could learn to weep!Hush, I feel my spirit grow ...When you tire ... let me go ...I shall be ... asleep.Irene Rutherford McLeod

As a little child I comeTo be gathered to your breastSo tired that my lips are dumb,So sad that my warm heart is numb:Belovèd, let me rest.Oh, how all the noises die,All the cruel voices cease,I can sleep when you are by,And I am too faint to cry:Here at last is peace.Hold me, nurse me, love me ... so ...Almost I could learn to weep!Hush, I feel my spirit grow ...When you tire ... let me go ...I shall be ... asleep.Irene Rutherford McLeod

As a little child I comeTo be gathered to your breastSo tired that my lips are dumb,So sad that my warm heart is numb:Belovèd, let me rest.

As a little child I come

To be gathered to your breast

So tired that my lips are dumb,

So sad that my warm heart is numb:

Belovèd, let me rest.

Oh, how all the noises die,All the cruel voices cease,I can sleep when you are by,And I am too faint to cry:Here at last is peace.

Oh, how all the noises die,

All the cruel voices cease,

I can sleep when you are by,

And I am too faint to cry:

Here at last is peace.

Hold me, nurse me, love me ... so ...Almost I could learn to weep!Hush, I feel my spirit grow ...When you tire ... let me go ...I shall be ... asleep.

Hold me, nurse me, love me ... so ...

Almost I could learn to weep!

Hush, I feel my spirit grow ...

When you tire ... let me go ...

I shall be ... asleep.

Irene Rutherford McLeod


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