Little one, you must not fret <br />That I take your clothes away; <br />Better sleep you so will get, <br />And at morning wake more gay- <br />Saith the children's mother. <br /> <br />You I must unclothe again, <br />For you need a better dress; <br />Too much worn are body and brain; <br />You need everlastingness- <br />Saith the heavenly father. <br /> <br />I went down death's lonely stair; <br />Laid my garments in the tomb; <br />Dressed again one morning fair; <br />Hastened up, and hied me home- <br />Saith the elder brother. <br /> <br />Then I will not be afraid <br />Any ill can come to me; <br />When 'tis time to go to bed, <br />I will rise and go with thee- <br />Saith the little brother.<br /><br />George MacDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/going-to-sleep-3/
