Come Hither, Child! And Rest: This Is The End Of Day, Behold The Weary West! Sleep Rounds With Equal Zest Man'S Toil And Children'S Play: Come Hither, Child! And Rest. My White Bird, Seek Thy Nest, Thy Drooping Head Down Lay: Behold The Weary West! Now Are The Flowers Confest Of Slumber: Sleep, As They! Come Hither, Child! And Rest. Now Eve Is Manifest, And Homeward Lies Our Way: Behold The Weary West! Tired Flower! Upon My Breast, I Would Wear Thee Alway: Come Hither, Child! And Rest; Behold, The Weary West!