I LAY me down to sleep,
With little thought or care
Whether my waking find
Me here—or there!

A bowing, burdened head,
Only too glad to rest,
Unquestioning upon
A loving breast.

I am not eager, bold,
Nor strong—all that is past!
I'm willing not to do,
At last, at last!

My half-day's work is done,
And this is all my part:
To give a patient God
My patient heart;

And grasp His banner still,
Though all its blue be dim;
These stripes, no less than stars,
Lead after Him.

Weak, weary and uncrowned,
I yet to bear am strong;
Content not e'en to cry,
"How long! How long!"