In the Night

Sleep, O my little ones, sleep,

Safe till the daylight be breaking . . .

We have long vigils to keep,

Harvests to sow while you sleep,

Fair for the hour of your waking,

Ripe for your sickles to reap.

Sleep, O my little ones, sleep,

Yours is the golden To-morrow,

Yours are the hands that will reap

Dreams that we sow while you sleep,

Fed with our hope and our sorrow,

Rich with the tears that we weep.