Sleep Well, Thou Sweet Angel.
The bells are hushed, the world is still,
The sounds of toil are heard no more;
The bird has ceased his tuneful song,
And heaven with stars is spangled o'er.
Sleep well, sleep well,
And let thy lovely eye lids close;
Sleep well, sleep well,"
Dear angel, sweet be thy repose.
Oh, didst thou think of me to-day?
The thought of thee ray heart could fill;
And now, to breathe a fond good-night,
Beside thy door I linger still.-Chorus.
There comes to thee from heavenly realms
A holy messenger to-night;
He brings you bright and peaceful dreams
'Till you awake in morning's light.-Chorus.