I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never

said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now

at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am

very happy, for I know that I've been good.

My bed is

waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I

must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I

know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No

ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my

eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the

dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the

lawn.