Go To Thy Rest

Go To Thy Rest  (1880) 
by Lydia Sigourney

Printed in Bryant, William Cullen, ed. The family library of poetry and song: being choice selections from the best poets, English, Scottish, and American; Including translations from the German, Spanish, French, Portuguese, Persian, Latin, &c. New York: Fords, Howard and Hulbert, 1880. Page 282.

   Go to thy rest, fair child!
   Go to thy dreamless bed,
While yet so gentle, undefiled,
   With blessings on thy head.

   Fresh roses in thy hand,
   Buds on thy pillow laid,
Haste from this dark and fearful land,
   Where flowers so quickly fade.

   Ere sin has seared the breast,
   Or sorrow waked the tear,
Rise to thy throne of changeless rest,
   In yon celestial sphere!

   Because thy smile was fair,
   Thy lip and eye so bright,
Because thy loving cradle-care
   Was such a dear delight,

   Shall love, with weak embrace,
   Thy upward wing detain?
No! gentle angel, seek thy place
   Amid the cherub train.

This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.