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