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Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume III. Sorrow and Consolation.  1904.
 
V. Death and Bereavement
Rest
Mary Woolsey Howland (1832–1864)
 
I LAY me down to sleep,
  With little care
Whether my waking find
  Me here, or there.
 
A bowing, burdened head        5
  That only asks to rest,
Unquestioning, upon
  A loving breast.
 
My good right-hand forgets
  Its cunning now;        10
To march the weary march
  I know not how.
 
I am not eager, bold,
  Nor strong,—all that is past;
I am ready not to do,        15
  At last, at last.
 
My half-day’s work is done,
  And this is all my part,—
I give a patient God
  My patient heart;        20
 
And grasp his banner still,
  Though all the blue be dim;
These stripes as well as stars
  Lead after him.
 
 
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