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Show The Singing in God's Acre. Out yonder in the moonlight, wherein God's acre lies, Go angels walking to and fro, singing their lullabies. Their radiant wings are folded, and their eyes are bended low. As they sing among the beds whereon the flowers delight to grow "Sleep, O sleep! The Shepherd guardeth His sheep, Fast speedeth the night away, Soon cometh the glorious day; Sleep, weary ones, while ye may Sleep, O sleep!" The flowers within God's acre see that fair and wondrous sight, Ad hear the angels singing to the sleepers through the night, And lo! throughout the hours of day those gentle flowers prolong The music of the angels in that tender slumber song "Sleep. O sleep! The Shepherd loveth His sheep: He that guardeth his flock the best Hath folded them to his loving breast So sleep ye, now, and take your rest Sleep, O sleep!" From angels and from flowers the years have learned that soothing " song, And with its heavenly music speed the days and nights along. So through all time, when flight the Shepherd's vigils- glorify, God's acre slumbereth in the grace of that sweet lullaby "Sleep, O sleep! The ShepheVd loveth His sheep! Fast speedeth the night away. Soon cometh the glorious day; Sleep, weary ones, while ye may Sleep, O sleep!" Eugene Field. |
