I <br /> <br />Sleep, little eyes <br />That brim with childish tears amid thy play, <br />Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh <br />Against the joys that throng thy coming day. <br /> <br />Sleep, little heart! <br />There is no place in Slumberland for tears: <br />Life soon enough will bring its chilling fears <br />And sorrows that will dim the after years. <br />Sleep, little heart! <br /> <br /> <br /> II <br /> <br />Ah, little eyes <br />Dead blossoms of a springtime long ago, <br />That life's storm crushed and left to lie below <br />The benediction of the falling snow! <br /> <br />Sleep, little heart <br />That ceased so long ago its frantic beat! <br />The years that come and go with silent feet <br />Have naught to tell save this -- that rest is sweet. <br />Dear little heart.<br /><br />John McCrae<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slumber-songs/
