Tis Time To Sleep, My Little Boy: Why Gaze Thy Bright Eyes So? At Night Our Children, For New Joy Home To Thy Father Go, But Thou Art Wakeful! Sleep, My Child; The Moon And Stars Are Gone; The Wind Is Up And Raving Wild, But Thou Art Smiling On! My Child, Thou Hast Immortal Eyes That See By Their Own Light; They See The Children'S Blood--It Lies Red-Glowing Through The Night! Thou Hast An Ever-Open Ear For Sob Or Cry Or Moan: Thou Seemest Not To See Or Hear, Thou Only Smilest On! When First Thou Camest To The Earth, All Sounds Of Strife Were Still; A Silence Lay About Thy Birth, And Thou Didst Sleep Thy Fill: Thou Wakest Now--Why Weep'St Thou Not? Thy Earth Is Woe-Begone; Both Babes And Mothers Wail Their Lot, But Still Thou Smilest On! I Read Thy Face Like Holy Book; No Hurt Is Pictured There; Deep In Thine Eyes I See The Look Of One Who Answers Prayer. Beyond Pale Grief And Wild Uproars, Thou Seest God'S Will Well Done; Low Prayers, Through Chambers' Closed Doors, Thou Hear'St--And Smilest On. Men Say: "I Will Arise And Go;" God Says: "I Will Go Meet:" Thou Seest Them Gather, Weeping Low, About The Father'S Feet; And Each For Each Begin To Bear, And Standing Lonely None: Answered, O Eyes, Ye See All Prayer! Smile, Son Of God, Smile On.