LITTLE SISTERS GONE TO SLEEP
Copyright, 1871, by O. Ditson A Co.
Lay her playthings all away,
She will never need them more!
Gone the sunlight of our day,-
Gone to yonder golden shore!
Clasp her hands upon her breast,
While we softly round her creep;
O, her sweet and holy rest!
Little sister's gone to sleep!
Gone to yonder happy home!
Sadly round her bed we weep;
Angels bade our darling come,-
Little sister's gone to sleep.
Like a lily in the storm,
How she faded from our sight!
Crown with flow'rs her lovely form,
Never flower was half so bright;
O, the stillness all around!
O, the sadness lone and deep!
Hush'd her footsteps merry sound,-
Little sister's gone to sleep!-Chorus.
Rosy cheeks have grown so pale!
Nevermore we'll hear her words,
Sweet as voice of Summer gale,
Dearer far than warbling birds;
Angels to their starry home
Bore the gem we could not keep!
There she waits until we come,-
Little sister's gone to sleep!-Chorus