Monday, 01 June 2009

• Sleep Sweetly

  

  Sleep sweetly in this quiet room
  Oh thou, whoe’er thou art,
  And let no mournful yesterdays
  Disturb your peaceful heart.
  Nor let tomorrow pierce thy rest
  With dreams of coming ill:
  Thy Maker is thy changeless friend,
  His love surrounds thee still.
  Forget thyself and all the world;
  Put out each glaring light.
  The stars are watching overhead.
  Sleep sweetly, then. Goodnight.
  ~Victor Hugo

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