Elizabeth Barrett Browning - The Sleep lyrics

Of all the thoughts of God that are Borne inward unto souls afar Along the Psalmist's music deep Now tell me if that any is For gift or grace, surpa**ing this— 'He giveth His belovèd sleep'? What would we give to our beloved? The hero's heart to be unmoved The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse The monarch's crown, to light the brows? He giveth His belovèd, sleep What do we give to our beloved? A little faith all undisproved A little dust to overweep And bitter memories to make The whole earth blasted for our sake He giveth His belovèd, sleep 'Sleep soft, beloved!' we sometimes say But have no tune to charm away Sad dreams that through the eye-lids creep But never doleful dream again Shall break the happy slumber when He giveth His belovèd, sleep O earth, so full of dreary noises! O men, with wailing in your voices! O delvèd gold, the wailers heap! O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall! God strikes a silence through you all He giveth His belovèd, sleep His dews drop mutely on the hill; His cloud above it saileth still Though on its slope men sow and reap More softly than the dew is shed Or cloud is floated overhead He giveth His belovèd, sleep Aye, men may wonder while they scan A living, thinking, feeling man Confirmed in such a rest to keep; But angels say, and through the word I think their happy smile is heard— 'He giveth His belovèd, sleep.' For me, my heart that erst did go Most like a tired child at a show That sees through tears the mummers leap Would now its wearied vision close Would child-like on His love repose Who giveth His belovèd, sleep And, friends, dear friends,—when it shall be That this low breath is gone from me And round my bier ye come to weep Let One, most loving of you all Say, 'Not a tear must o'er her fall; He giveth His belovèd, sleep.'