I LAY me down to sleep,

With little thought or care

Whether my waking find

Me here or there!

A bowing, burdened head,

Only too glad to rest,

      Unquestioning upon

A loving breast.

 I am not eager, bold,

  Nor strong all that is past!

     I’m willing not to do,

At last, at last!

My half-day’s work is done,

And this is all my part:

To give a patient God

My patient heart;

And grasp His banner still,

Though all its blue be dim;

These stripes, no less than stars,

Lead after Him.

Weak, weary and uncrowned,

I yet to bear am strong;

Content not e’en to cry,

“How long! How long!”

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