'Come, children, put away your toys; <br />Roll up that kite's long line; <br />The day is done for girls and boys- <br />Look, it is almost nine! <br />Come, weary foot, and sleepy head, <br />Get up, and come along to bed.' <br /> <br />The children, loath, must yet obey; <br />Up the long stair they creep; <br />Lie down, and something sing or say <br />Until they fall asleep, <br />To steal through caverns of the night <br />Into the morning's golden light. <br /> <br />We, elder ones, sit up more late, <br />And tasks unfinished ply, <br />But, gently busy, watch and wait- <br />Dear sister, you and I, <br />To hear the Father, with soft tread, <br />Coming to carry us to bed.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bedtime-10/
