I hear Thy voice, dear Lord; <br />I hear it by the stormy sea <br /> When winter nights are black and wild, <br />And when, affright, I call to Thee; <br /> It calms my fears and whispers me, <br />"Sleep well, my child." <br /> <br /> I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, <br />In singing winds, in falling snow, <br /> The curfew chimes, the midnight bell. <br />"Sleep well, my child," it murmurs low; <br />"The guardian angels come and go,-- <br /> O child, sleep well!" <br /> <br /> I hear Thy voice, dear Lord, <br />Ay, though the singing winds be stilled, <br /> Though hushed the tumult of the deep, <br />My fainting heart with anguish chilled <br />By Thy assuring tone is thrilled,-- <br /> "Fear not, and sleep!" <br /> <br /> Speak on--speak on, dear Lord! <br />And when the last dread night is near, <br /> With doubts and fears and terrors wild, <br />Oh, let my soul expiring hear <br />Only these words of heavenly cheer, <br /> "Sleep well, my child!"<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-divine-lullaby/
