Orphaned, I Cry To Thee: Sweet Sleep! O Kneel And Be A Mother Unto Me! Calm Thou My Childish Fears: Fold - Fold Mine Eyelids To, All Tenderly, And Dry My Tears. Come, Sleep, All Drowsy-Eyed And Faint With Languor, - Slide Thy Dim Face Down Beside Mine Own, And Let Me Rest And Nestle In Thy Heart, And There Abide, A Favored Guest. Good Night To Every Care, And Shadow Of Despair! Good Night To All Things Where Within Is No Delight! - Sleep Opens Her Dark Arms, And, Swooning There, I Sob: Good Night - Good Night!