Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's Acre lies, <br />Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. <br />Their radiant wings are folded, and their eyes are bended low, <br />As they sing among the beds whereon the flowers delight to grow,-- <br /> <br /> "Sleep, oh, sleep! <br /> The Shepherd guardeth His sheep. <br /> Fast speedeth the night away, <br /> Soon cometh the glorious day; <br /> Sleep, weary ones, while ye may, <br /> Sleep, oh, sleep!" <br /> <br />The flowers within God's Acre see that fair and wondrous sight, <br />And hear the angels singing to the sleepers through the night; <br />And, lo! throughout the hours of day those gentle flowers prolong <br />The music of the angels in that tender slumber-song,-- <br /> <br /> "Sleep, oh, sleep! <br /> The Shepherd loveth His sheep. <br /> He that guardeth His flock the best <br /> Hath folded them to His loving breast; <br /> So sleep ye now, and take your rest,-- <br /> Sleep, oh, sleep!" <br /> <br />From angel and from flower the years have learned that soothing song, <br />And with its heavenly music speed the days and nights along; <br />So through all time, whose flight the Shepherd's vigils glorify, <br />God's Acre slumbereth in the grace of that sweet lullaby,-- <br /> <br /> "Sleep, oh, sleep! <br /> The Shepherd loveth His sheep. <br /> Fast speedeth the night away, <br /> Soon cometh the glorious day; <br /> Sleep, weary ones, while ye may,-- <br /> Sleep, oh, sleep!"<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-singing-in-god-s-acre/
