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