A Good Boy

I woke before the morning, I was
     happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled
     and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down
     behind the wood,
And I am very happy for I know that
     I've been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh with
     linen smooth and fair,
And I must go to sleepsin-by, and not
     forget my prayer.

I know that, till tomorrow I shall see
     the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no
     ugly sight my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken
     in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the
    lilacs round the lawn.

~Robert Louis Stevenson