My Refuge

Let me into my bed,
With its fleecy retreat.
Call some twenty angels,
To linger at my feet.

Lull me to dreamland,
And let my eye-lids close.
Hush the sound of voices,
And give me sweet repose.

Let the night-winds whisper,
Ever a song of love.
And let there be so softly,
The coo-ing of a dove.

Tie the clouds with ribbons,
High above the moat.
And on a silver sea of blue,
Just set the moon afloat.

When the cloven sky descends,
And the night is creeping on.
Tickle me beneath the chin,
And wake me with the dawn.


E.P. 1908 - 1989