It's bedtime, and we lock the door, <br />Put out the lights- the day is o'er; <br />All that can come of good or ill, <br />The record of this day to fill, <br />Is written down; the worries cease, <br />And old and young may rest in peace. <br /> <br />We knew not when we started out <br />What dangers hedged us all about, <br />What little pleasures we should gain, <br />What should be ours to bear of pain. <br />But now the fires are burning low, <br />And this day's history we know. <br /> <br />No harm has come. The laughter here <br />Has been unbroken by a tear; <br />We've met no hurt too great to bear, <br />We have not had to bow to care; <br />The children all are safe in bed, <br />There's nothing now for us to dread. <br /> <br />When bedtime comes and we can say <br />That we have safely lived the day. <br />How sweet the calm that settles down <br />And shuts away the noisy town! <br />There is no danger now to fear <br />Until to-morrow shall appear. <br /> <br />When the long bedtime comes, and I <br />In sleep eternal come to lie- <br />When life has nothing more in store, <br />And silently I close the door, <br />God grant my weary soul may claim <br />Security from hurt and shame.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bedtime-16/
